HOPE

Lamentations 3:18-24

"Sometimes I feel like a motherless child." I suppose every generation could write its own book of lamentations. At least most of us seem to find enough to gripe about.

Of course, many of our complains are about the people we don’t like because they don’t see life our way, or about the taxes that never seem to go down, or the noise the kids make, or the fact that they don’t make cars the way they used to. The tragedy of much of our griping is that too much of it is hot air blown in private and too little of it is channelled toward remedies for bad situations.

But the writer of Lamentations is deadly serious; his words have nothing to do with tax levies and new cars and pet peeves. This man felt exactly like a motherless child. His hometown had been levelled to its ver…