Today's Grace Moment:
Every winter hordes of pale, half-frozen northerners flock to the south. One of their first rituals is to get rid of as much clothing as they can to allow that blessed sunshine to touch their skin again.
The prophet Malachi compares the presence of Jesus Christ to glorious sunshine. When he returns once and for all, everything will get better. "But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings" (Malachi 4:2). These wings are poetic references to the Son's rays.
May I say that I can't wait for that great day of healing? I long for the restoration of my body, and I long even more intensely for the healing of my soul and spirit. I will be glad in heaven that no one can hurt me anymore, but I am even gladder that I won't hurt anybody else. The blind will see, the mute will shout, and the disabled will dance. I will be well again, well in every way, and you will too.
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