Evening: Psalm 8, 84; Luke 12:22-31
November
5, 1976. A new immigrant sits on his luggage in Toronto airport,
wondering, “What now?” I’m already drawn to Jesus’ words: Do not worry about your life. (i.e. Make my priorities your own.) To be honest, I do worry, not chronically. I am discontented with the world. To my chagrin, things don’t change quickly enough. And yet: I do
rely on Jesus’ priorities; I trust his promise of a world made new,
though it’s going so slowly I won’t see it! “What now?” Patience, young
man! First things first; then you’ll see. Now, may I help with your
luggage?
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