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Rest: a faint dream for many, a treasured commodity in a fallen world, a thing so needed yet so easily interrupted. The garden was a place of rest-- no violence in creation, no weed or thorn, no cleft between God and man, no reason to hide, no cause for fear, no need unmet, no grief to face. Bright sun, pure love, unfettered peace, unstained beauty, man and God, worship and love. But, a voice interrupted the rest: strategies of death, words of deceit, actions of rebellion, fingers of blame, expulsion from the garden, judgment and death, rest interrupted, rest shattered. So we wait for the Lord. His grace strengthens, his presence comforts, his promises assure, his power activates, and his rule guarantees that someday rest-- real rest, pure rest, eternal rest-- will reign once more. No violence in creation, no weed or thorn, no cleft between God and man, no reason to hide, no cause for fear, no need unmet, no grief to face between God and man. Yes, rest, true rest, will live again and last forever. So we wait for the Lord to restore us to that place. Bright Son, pure love, unfettered peace, unstained beauty, God and man, together forever. Until that day, with hearts that are strong, and hope that is undimmed, and joy that embraces the future, we wait for the Lord.
"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)
