“It will come.”
“How do you know it will come?”
“Well I was assured that it will come.”
“How do you know you can trust that assurance?”
“I’ve been able to trust it before. It has never let me down.”
“Just because it hasn’t before, how do you know it won’t now? There’s a first time for everything, you know.”
“In as much as there may very well be a first time for some things, the outstanding track record of promises kept in the past is the reason to rest in this assurance now.”
“Anything could happen, though. Things can change, we don’t even know if we’ll be alive another minute, let alone enough time to see it come through, how can you be so sure?”
“There is indeed no guarantee of my continued existence. My trust, however, is not in myself. My trust is that which was promised will come to pass because the source is totally trustworthy in a way that is even greater than fact of day following night. This is how I can live in expectation.”
“You hope.”
“I hope.”
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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