Originally everything worked smoothly. After all that’s how he built it and everything he does, he dows well.
Things were goiong really well until someone came and messed it up. From something harmonious and beautiful built on right lines, it became tattered and torn, beaten and dilapidated. People would pass it and rememeber how great it used to look, but it lost its former glory and was a pale, pitiful shadow of its former self. Truly the term ruins was fitting for it.
While others gave up on it, he did not. He knew what it would cost and He knew the prize ahead that would make the cost more than worthwhile. He went to work. He paid the price. He invested everything in it, because he knew that once it was restored it would be even better than it was originally.
This was not believed by everyone. Some mocked the idea that it could be restored. Some jeered at the enterprise assuming it was foolish and it should be left alone. Some even got upset at why such efforts should be made for something so shabby. The cost did not make sense to them, the effort bewildered them – didn’t he know how far gone it was? Didn’t he remember just how badly it was damaged from within? Why was all this done?
He persevered. He knew the rebuild would be worthwhile and as the pieces came together over time and the magnificent nature of what He was building finally came to the fore, it startled and amazed everyone. Not one person could find fault with what had been made. Naysayers, doom-mongers and the cynics were put to shame by the splendour of the work.
No one else could take credit for the masterpiece. No one else could ever dare to think they could be credited with any part of this effort. This was down to the one who had made it, having the faith to rebuild and restore it to a greater majetic state. Everything functioning, everything working, everything flowing, everything operating as it should in a harmony that far excelled beyond the former.
This proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that He is able to restore from the most broken down state. However bad things got, the builder was in the business of restoration.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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