There’s a kind of heaviness that no immediate pleasure can quench. And when you allow yourself to dwell in this kind of persisting sadness, it’s easy to wallow and drown in it.
I can remember how the police corporal from the city station told me that the world never went out of problems and thought, how can we hope for a world beyond today?
That’s why my future hope for the return of Jesus to reunite heaven and earth encourages me to carry on life and pass on the torch to the next generation until we see Jesus face to face.
No tear will ever fall off our eyes again.