For the Reverend
Take a good look at my servants. I’m backing them to the hilt. They are the ones I choose, and I couldn’t be more pleased with them. I bathed them with my spirit, my life. They will set everything right among the nations. They won’t call attention to what they do with loud speeches or godly parades. They won’t brush aside the bruised and our hearts, and they won’t disregard the small and insignificant.
But God will steadily and firmly set things right.
She will tire out, but she will rest.
God will not be stopped until he’s finished his work – to set things right on Paris far-flung ocean islands wait expectantly for God’s teaching.