BY ROBERT STEVENSON
Believe. Know. Do not faint.
Be sure. Stay confident.
Do not lose heart.
You will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.
I was all set to write a short, yet humorous piece on a recent Proverbs 27:17 experience (my iron being sharpened by the iron of a very good friend). Before I typed a single letter on the page, my wife piped up from the other room:
“They found that little boy’s body in the lake in Orlando.”
My heart sank. Every ounce of funny drained away and fled. Christina Grimmie. The Pulse. A dead two-year-old.
I tried to comfortably shift into my fleshly default mode: “BURY YOUR HEAD IN THE SAND.”
I couldn’t. I can’t. My spirit wouldn’t let me. The HOLY Spirit wouldn’t let me. The Sunday School lesson I taught a few weeks ago was on giving people HOPE. Laughter is the best medicine, yes, but people don’t need medicine right now. They need something better. They need the word of the Lord. That word is this: