Jeremiah 8:18 – 9:6
For the hurt of my poor people I am hurt, I mourn, and dismay has taken over me.
I pitch the newspaper into the recycle bin. I can read no more. Is there no good news in the world, Lord? Is there no good news in this city? We pray and seek and serve, yet often feel farther than ever from your kingdom on earth as it is in heaven. I risk shaking my 
head in dismay and retreating into my comfortable life out of discouragement for possibly doing any good. O that I had in the desert a travelers lodging place (9:2).Alas, while I cannot hide, “there is a place of quiet rest…a place of full release.” A place where I can relinquish my dismay to be renewed in hope, to continue praying and seeking and serving, loving one person at a time, one day at a time, to reveal your Light in the world. “There is a place of comfort sweet…near to the heart of God.”[1]
[1] “There is a Place of Quiet Rest” by Cleland B. McAfee, Park College, 1903.
(c) 2015 Amy W. Moore
