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The clock was ticking . . a passionate disagreement boiled over . . there was no time to waste.
At great risk was the very soul and future of a young nation. A newly elected President first offered a conciliatory message, a plea for peace . . a hope for a time of healing and the reversal of a major Southern secession and a resulting civil war that could compromise a “more perfect union under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all”.
If there were ever a time that an entire nation held its collective breath, it was the days and weeks leading up to Monday, March 4, 1861, the day Abraham Lincoln delivered his Inaugural Address. Like never before, the content of the President’s message would need to be communicated to all of America’s citizens . . including those furthest from Washington.
The clock is ticking on another battlefield . . a passionate rebellion has boiled over . . there is no time to waste. At great risk is the very soul and future of billions of lives for eternity. If there were ever a time that an entire world sitting on spiritual death row held its collective breath, it would be the days, months and years leading up to that one day in Jerusalem that divided time . . that one day when the One who took our place on a cross only to raise His own life up three days later . . offered peace in exchange for faith. From Colossians 1:13-14 we read,
“For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.”
This is David “JB” Miller reminding you that like never before, the content of our King’s message of peace and reconciliation need to be communicated to all nations; hence, the call . . to go . . and proclaim good news with selfless life-long abandon.
Our days are short this side of heaven . . and once we taste the very mercy of God, our talents, our skills, our very souls become the “property” of a King who calls us to nothing less than living out our moments, our days, our weeks, our years . . from sunrise to sunset . . free of the ultimate lie of the evil one . . that this is . .
. . my time.
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