Once again it is that time of the year in Ethiopia. It is the New Year. The year Twenty and Thirteen . At exactly 12:00 on Friday morning (local time) the gates will swing wide open to usher in a set of 12 months and more. What those days will bring is in the hands of the Lord, of course. We live in hope knowing that our God is sovereign over all things big and small. We know He is able to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners. He is able to comfort all who mourn, to bestow a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. Isaiah 61 It is amazing how beautiful God's world is even in these times of a raging pandemic. The air, the mountains, the brooks, the flowers, the birds, the way the sun shines, and so on. The psalmist's mind must have been helped by the Spirit of God to express it thus: Praise awaits you, our God, in Zio
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