It is always a dark day for me on March 4th. I keep trying new ideas to encourage myself to have faith on that day and it seems impossible for me. Even 24 years later, the birth story looms large, with no one to share it with. No hugs for that day. No birthday cake, just pain and loss.
So, I woke this morning and turned on a local preacher and guess what? He was preaching on Enoch in Genesis. Amazing grace. Enoch never died. Enoch saw God's judgment looming on the horizon and preached to his generation. What a delightful providence!
I was able to pick my faith up, again, from the side of the road, bruised and broken. Yes, there is a good God, in heaven. Yes, He is watching over us, inspite of my loss and pain today and this month, leading up to Easter Sunday. Christ is the resurrection and the life. That seems so impossible, when far from the grave of your departed one and grieving. But, it is true, anyhow.So much of the look on my boys' faces causes a smile on my face. That sermon reminded me of the comfort that I found in the life of Enoch, who God spared from death, altogether. As we await the celebration of the truth of Christ resurrection and my heart seems in the tomb, I am comforted that His Word is alive and working on my behalf. Steven Davies' message on Enoch from scripture