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Today, the restoration of the Crumpled Kingdom. I unveiled a copy of the Kingdom drawn on new, uncrumpled green paper. "How did you fix it??" they ask incredulously. We talk about all things made new and restored. We review all the truths heard this week. Trumpets. Judgment. Covered in His blood, His righteousness. Dead rising. Redeemed taken up in the clouds. Worship forever. And then we watched a clip of things changing rapidly, miraculously. Just a tiny, tiny, imperfect idea of restoration. But they were awakened to wonder. This was good. We made little 'trumpet' necklacesn with tiny bells, paper clips and string to serve as a reminder: "So then, you must also be ready." Tell someone else! The King is coming back.

My hope this week
must be in
what I have been preaching to them.
They are, again, so disobedient. So hard-hearted toward learning
and toward authority. So selfish.

It hurts, it aches, it stings, it wears
to be angry. At the small ones and their disrespect. At their parents. At the world that is pushing them into its image. At the opportunities they are missing
every day,
by choice.
(God, forgive me for where the anger is too much. God who angers PERFECTLY, RIGHTEOUSLY, help me live with this.) You KNOW this anger. You feel it and You speak about it. And You answer it.

"The earth dries up and withers, the world languishes and withers,
the exalted of the earth languish.
The earth is defiled by its people;
they have disobeyed the laws,
violated the statutes
and broken the everlasting covenant.
Therefore a curse consumes the earth; its people must bear their guilt."
(Isaiah 24:4-6a)

In a trumpet blast,
in a coming King,
in a righteous Judge who makes all things right,
God, ignite my hope.

"In that day the LORD will punish
the powers in the heavens above
and the kings on the earth below.
They will be herded together
like prisoners bound in a dungeon...
(and "...if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea..." Matt. 18:6)
The moon will be abashed, the sun ashamed; for the LORD Almighty will reign on Mount Zion and in Jerusalem, and before its elders, gloriously."
(Isaiah 24:21-22a)

For now,
You are a refuge, in driving heat and wind. A tower in which we shelter.
But one day, we'll feast on a mountain,
wide open.
Ruthless rebellion silenced at last.

"...as heat is reduced by the shadow of a cloud, so the song of the ruthless is stilled.

On this mountain the LORD Almighty will prepare
a feast of rich foods for all peoples...
On this mountain he will destroy the shroud that enfolds all peoples,
the sheet that covers all nations;
he will swallow up death forever.
The Sovereign LORD will wipe away the tears from all faces;
he will remove the disgrace of his people from all the earth.
The LORD has spoken."
(Isaiah 25:5b-8)

God give your people -- give me -- the power to endure.
And to endure a-shouting,
shouting out Your praise,
declaring all Your Word.