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Enqutatash እንቊጣጣሽ Happy New Year September 11, 2020 መስከረም ፩ 2013 ፳፻፩፫ዓመተ ምሕረት

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 Zion; to you our vows will be fulfilled. You who answer prayer, to you all people will come. When we were overwhelmed by sins, you forgave our transgressions. Blessed are those you choose and bring near to live in your courts! We are filled with the good things of your house, of your holy temple. You answer us with awesome and righteous deeds, God our Savior, the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest seas, who formed the mountains by your power, having armed yourself with strength, who stilled the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations. The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy. You care for the land and water it; you enrich it abundantly. The streams of God are filled with water to provide the people with grain, for so you have ordained it. You drench its furrows and level its ridges; you soften it with showers and bless its crops. You crown the year with your bounty, and your carts overflow with abundance. The grasslands of the wilderness overflow; the hills are clothed with gladness. The meadows are covered with flocks and the valleys are mantled with grain; they shout for joy and sing. Psalm 65


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