A message on the grace and forgiveness of God, and finding a fresh start in 2013

Monday, December 31, 2012

The Land of Beginning Again

IDEA: It’s possible in the coming year to start over again.

PURPOSE: To help listeners realize that they are not trapped in their past.

Louise Tarkington wrote a poem called “The Land of Beginning Again.” Does the title intrigue you? Why?

We’re coming into a new year. Do you think most people would like it to be a year of Beginning Again?

Is it possible to start over?

I. God can make the bitter sweet again.

Naomi is a demonstration of what God can do in turning bitterness to sweetness.

What do we know about the tragedy in her life?

What do we know about how God changed life for her?

Do you think God can do that today?

Can you think of someone?

II. God can introduce us into a totally new situation.

Ruth is a demonstration of what God can do in changing our circumstances.

Do you think God can do that for people today?

CONCLUSION:

The New Year can be a year of Beginning Again. It promises a new start with God as always a possibility.

The Land of Beginning Again

“I wish that there were some wonderful place
In the Land of Beginning Again.
Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches
And all of our poor selfish grief
Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door
and never put on again.
I wish we could come on it all unaware,
Like the hunter who finds a lost trail;
And I wish that the one whom our blindness had done
The greatest injustice of all
Could be there at the gates
like an old friend that waits
For the comrade he’s gladdest to hail.
We would find all the things we intended to do
But forgot, and remembered too late,
Little praises unspoken, little promises broken,
And all the thousand and one
Little duties neglected that might have perfected
The day for one less fortunate.
It wouldn’t be possible not to be kind
In the Land of Beginning Again,
And the ones we misjudged
and the ones whom we grudged
their moments of victory here,
Would find in the grasp of our loving hand-clasp
More than penitent lips could explain…
So I wish that there were some wonderful place
Called the Land of Beginning Again,
Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches,
And all of our poor selfish grief
Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door
And never put on again.”

Author: Louise Fletcher Tarkington