Good News!

He comes running.

Feet pounding on the cold ground, every breath labored, eyes fixed on the wall ahead. His feet are callused and sore from mountain trails and valley paths, from raging streams and rocky riverbeds. And his face? It holds pure joy.

The watchman waits at the tower. His back aches, his hands are cold. He scans the hills, looking warily for another sign of danger. Disasters beat against the walls until they were sagging and shaken. The watchman can only guard them. Hoping that he can keep the next disaster from destroying them.

He knows why there is no justice in the city. He knows why the people search for light but sit in darkness. He knows why they call out for righteousness but find none. Their iniquity has separated them from light and from righteousness. Their wickedness has separated them from their God. Like the icy latticework of rivers and mountains separates this city from the next. An insurmountable separation.

Yet still he watches. Yet still, something painful and stubborn in him hopes.

The messenger is coming, coming. He has crossed rivers, he has climbed mountains, broken and bleeding, hungry and cold. He is hope incarnate and he is coming, for nothing will be impossible with God.

The shout breaks the morning.

Like a sunrise, dawning upon darkness. Like life, appearing in the night with a word.

“Good news! Good news!”

It’s impossible. But it’s not. The shout is so loud now that the watchman cannot doubt it anymore.

“Good news!”

He leaves his post and tears through the city gate. He runs out to meet the messenger, leaving the gate wide open behind him.

The messenger’s feet are bleeding, but the watchmen has never seen anything more beautiful.

“Good news?” the watchman takes his shoulder.

“Good news. God has seen. He sees that there is no one who can intercede for you,”

The watchman knows this. There is no one who can even lift up their voice to heaven, they are too coated and caked in their sin.

“So, God came. Clothed in righteousness, with garments of justice. Behold! Your Redeemer is here! And this time, He will change the hearts of the people. This time He isn’t going to save you from the hostile nations, He’s going to save you from yourself. A Savior, who will save His people from their sins. Shout aloud, O Zion! Do not hesitate, lift up your voice! Your God reigns”.

Good news. (Story inspired by Isaiah 59).

Merry Christmas, dear hearts.

“Ho! Everyone who thirsts, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat…. Seek the Lord while He may be found, call upon Him while He is near. Let the wicked forsake his way and the unrighteous man his path, and let him return to the Lord, and He will have compassion on him, and to our God for He will abundantly pardon” (Isaiah 55:1,6-7).

May the Lord bless you ❤️

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