Restored

 

Simcha stood at his easel painting the new world. It came on the tailwind of the old world. Blowing like a breeze, it was a fire, the old tore down, but the new rebuilt. Slowly, then all at once, the new replaced the old. It carried out rotted wood. It shoveled out this, that, all of it. It restored one brick at a time, a blade of grass and then another, a song, a verse, all of it poured out of the new and watered the Earth.

The old man wondered if he too would be replaced. He was nearly 800 or a thousand. He couldn’t remember and didn’t feel like adding it up. All his days, though, were a drop in the bucket of this great triumphant world of man. He was a mere human but could see the truth as plain as day. The new world was emerging as the old was vanquished. He hadn’t thought it could change so quickly, but it did.

The birds sang a new song, loudly and boldly. The sky was bluer. The grass was greener. It had not been like this before even during the time of Eden. Somehow, the redemption of God made it better than it was even at the beginning of His perfect creation. He had restored it completely.

 

Look at the nations and watch—

and be utterly amazed.

For I am going to do something in your days

that you would not believe,

even if you were told.

 

Habakkuk 1:5