Provision

I see him walk in, his head bumps the hanging lamp when he stands, his feet are size 17. His voice is deep and kind, his skin is scruffy and dark. With each glance there is a timid smile from his face as he speaks short, soft words. He waited in the rain for the bus. Here he sits and waits his turn. No house, no job, no car, no insurance. But one thing he does have, cancer.

Few people know the fear in this man's heart, the ache of his soul. How precious he is. Oh, how his Maker loves him. His hurt is not unknown to the Father, his despair is not a stranger to the Savior. You see, Christ, just see Him, just view Him. He, God himself, lived as us in this dreadful flesh. Our Creator knows His creation. In the skin as one of us, He felt pain, He wept with sorrow, He knew nights without sleep. This pleased the Father, who sovereignly painted affliction into the life of His Son. When Christ was tempted by these sufferings to sin against His Father, He resisted all temptations. His obedience was full and perfect marking righteousness with His blood for all mankind. The cross, the place of propitiation, renders redemption for all nations of sinners. The resurrection, the new life, cleanses with hope that does not fade but rather a hope that is eternal and true, a hope that endures forever. It is fulfilled. Christ has come. We are reconciled. There is nothing to shatter His hope, nothing to end His love and nothing to cease His grace. View Him. View Him. View Him.


Pray for this man.