This book just starts in a terrible place. It’s like God forgot about Noah’s rainbow, it’s that epic. The prophet proclaims death, doom, destruction, and disaster. But isn’t it just like God to give us a twist?
Just when all seems to be lost, suddenly there is a song of joy. Zephaniah moves us from the blues to jubilant jazz and we reclaim a bounce in our step for the Lord is in our midst.
Thankfully beginnings do not define endings.
- When was a time you heard a song for joy just when all seemed to be lost?
- “Beginnings do not define endings.” Do you agree or disagree? Why?