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No Fear: Devotions From Time Of Grace

NGÀY 1 TRONG 8

The Terror of Terrorism There have always been acts of sensational violence and terrorism in America, but the sad events of 9/11 changed our national psyche forever. Instantaneous worldwide digital media make all of us aware all the time of all the ways violent predators stalk their prey. How can that not leave you with a deep sense of fear and insecurity? Violent crime and near-constant warfare were part of people’s lives in biblical times as well. Terrorists don’t need guns, bullets, and suicide vests to terrify people. Knives, swords, and arrows cause terror too: “They shoot from ambush at the innocent; they shoot suddenly, without fear. They encourage each other in evil plans, they talk about hiding their snares; they say, ‘Who will see it?’ They plot injustice and say, ‘We have devised a perfect plan!’ Surely the human mind and heart are cunning” (Psalm 64:4-6). This side of heaven such human cruelty will always be with us. Satan enjoys human suffering and will goad people on to attack one another. But our God sees, cares, acts, protects, remembers, and will bring justice sooner or later. Our military, CIA, FBI, state troopers, and local police are some of God’s answers to our prayers for security. Thank you, Lord, for these brave men and women. Protect them as they protect us. Send also your holy angels to keep each of us in your care. We trust that we are untouchable until we have finished our earthly work for you.

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No Fear: Devotions From Time Of Grace

The sin, violence, terror, and bad things in this world can lead us to be afraid. But knowing that our powerful God is on our side leaves us with no fear.

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