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#avantageousadvent Day #13 "Waiting... for us"

Psalm 146:5-10, Ruth 4: 13-17, 2 Peter 3:11-18
By Paula Hofgren

In this season of Advent, we watch and wait…………
“Happy is the man and woman who has God as his/her helper, whose hope is in the Lord God.”
God keeps his promises to every generation, forever. Advent is a season that emphasizes this hope and waiting for those promises to be fulfilled for each of us through his birth then death, resurrection and eventual return when everything around us will someday melt away and in its place a new earth and heaven where only goodness will reside.
Jesus’ promises, to give justice to the poor and oppressed and food to the hungry, freedom to the prisoners, protection to the immigrants, and care for the orphan and widow, must be accomplished through the good deeds of the people who love and carry out those promises for him and with his help. Peter warns that God loves and desires goodness in men and women person to person. Peter says that while you are waiting for these things to come we should try hard to live without sinning and live at peace with everyone so He will be pleased with you when He does return.

He has delayed His coming to give each of us time to get His message of salvation to others, so while you are waiting; I pray you will grow in spiritual strength and become better acquainted with Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior.

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