I spent last weekend in jail for sleeping in a hospital waiting room. Like Jesus, I was handed over to authorities by my own people. But, because someone had mercy and showed me compassion, I am, once again, free, though I still have to stand before the judge. (Whew! I almost had a little praise break). I really could end it right there, but Isaiah 58:1 just won't let me.
Here's what God promises "I will deal All who afflict you" moreover, He says "I have taken out of your hand the cup of trembling, even the dregs of the cup of my fury, that I gave to you and I will place it into the hands of those who afflict you."
I know that my affliction is God's doing. He chastens those whom He loves as a way of preparing...