November 8, 2026

It was a Judean evening. The temperature was cooling. Night critters were beginning to stir. The sun was setting. The wind was soft. The crowd was attentive. Jesus had been teaching for hours. Children were restless. Babies cried, others nodded off occasionally. But for the most part every listener was still in tune with the Messiah.

It was a desert place. So, the hardened ground was not the most comfortable. There were no fancy recliners or soft cushioned chairs. But they weren’t there to relax; they were there to find another kind of rest. Jesus words sailed on the winds, like ships of hope coming to the shores of the broken hearted, the discontented, the curious seeker, and the wandering souls.

When God manifested in flesh saw the bruised reeds and smoking flax of the hurting, he was moved with compassion. This was no feel sorry for me attitude from God toward the people. It was the fuel of love, the emotion of change, the desire of power to make a difference. He didn’t just show up to pat them on the back and tell them how sorry he was for their condition; he healed them; he touched them; he gave sight to the blind and hearing to the deaf, he gave the ability to walk to the lame. “Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him.” Psalm 103:13 Listen now…

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