Advent 9

Father, do we laugh at your plans? Do we sneer at the proposition that you would do abundantly more than all we could ever ask or imagine? Your will strikes us as fantastical, and we would correct you: What I think you’re trying to say is…

No, but what you try to say you succeed to say. He who searches hearts and knows the number of the righteous knows us better than we know ourselves. There is but one righteous who lives that we may be spared. In his hand is the judgment of the whole world, inconceivable woes for the impenitent. The wicked will be forever cut off, the righteous forever established, and we will have you to thank for ages into eternity. Let us not laugh, but praise you. Nothing is too hard for you.