The end of the Story is the Beginning, when things start. Life in abundance received.
Without the Sacrifice I am nothing. Left to myself I am wholly a mess. Trust broken, hearts wrought. Fists clenched. Empty all. Naked, ashamed. Afraid to be known.
The beginning of the story was precision, perfect peace. Equal before God and one another.
Then humanity violated itself. Craving to rule, clutching power. We became a destruction, heart violation, betrayal. Damage done. Then world-weary. Worn out, simply used to being broken hearted. We forgot.
The end of the Story is the Beginning.
We know the end of the story,
But we live in our alienation, self-interest and suspicion. We live broken.
And God’s saying to us, trust me. I alone make promises. I alone will provide. The end of the story is your launch.
Into new life.
The LORD will provide.