Friday, August 20, 2021

#REDChallenge | Week 34 | Day 232 | Friday, August 20, 2021 | Habakkuk 1-3

#REDChallenge | Week 34 | Day 232 | Friday, August 20, 2021 | Habakkuk 1-3

Habakkuk 1

Habakkuk 2

Habakkuk 3

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Overview: Habakkuk

All Week 34 Readings

Day 232 | Friday, August 20, 2021 | Habakkuk 1-3

Day 233 | Saturday, August 21, 2021 | Jeremiah 41-45

Day 234 | Sunday, August 22, 2021 | Jeremiah 46-48

Day 235 | Monday, August 23, 2021 | Jeremiah 49-50

Day 236 | Tuesday, August 24, 2021 | Jeremiah 51-52

Day 237 | Wednesday, August 25, 2021 | Lamentations 1; Lamentations 2; Lamentations 3:1-36

Day 238 | Thursday, August 26, 2021 | Lamentations 3:37-66; Lamentations 4; Lamentations 5:1-22

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  1. 12‭-‬13 God, you’re from eternity, aren’t you? Holy God, we aren’t going to die, are we? God, you chose Babylonians for your judgment work? Rock-Solid God, you gave them the job of discipline? But you can’t be serious! You can’t condone evil! So why don’t you do something about this? Why are you silent now? This outrage! Evil men swallow up the righteous and you stand around and watch!
    Habakkuk 1:12‭-‬13 MSG

  2. 2‭-‬3 And then God answered: “Write this. Write what you see. Write it out in big block letters so that it can be read on the run. This vision-message is a witness pointing to what’s coming. It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait! And it doesn’t lie. If it seems slow in coming, wait. It’s on its way. It will come right on time.
    Habakkuk 2:2‭-‬3 MSG

  3. 4 “Look at that man, bloated by self-importance— full of himself but soul-empty. But the person in right standing before God through loyal and steady believing is fully alive, really alive.
    Habakkuk 2:4 MSG

  4. 5‭-‬6 “Note well: Money deceives. The arrogant rich don’t last. They are more hungry for wealth than the grave is for cadavers. Like death, they always want more, but the ‘more’ they get is dead bodies. They are cemeteries filled with dead nations, graveyards filled with corpses. Don’t give people like this a second thought. Soon the whole world will be taunting them: 6‭-‬8 “‘Who do you think you are— getting rich by stealing and extortion? How long do you think you can get away with this?’ Indeed, how long before your victims wake up, stand up and make you the victim? You’ve plundered nation after nation. Now you’ll get a taste of your own medicine. All the survivors are out to plunder you, a payback for all your murders and massacres.
    Habakkuk 2:5‭-‬6 MSG

  5. 9‭-‬11 “Who do you think you are— recklessly grabbing and looting, Living it up, acting like king of the mountain, acting above it all, above trials and troubles? You’ve engineered the ruin of your own house. In ruining others you’ve ruined yourself. You’ve undermined your foundations, rotted out your own soul. The bricks of your house will speak up and accuse you. The woodwork will step forward with evidence.
    Habakkuk 2:9‭-‬11 MSG

  6. 3‭-‬7 God’s on his way again, retracing the old salvation route, Coming up from the south through Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. Skies are blazing with his splendor, his praises sounding through the earth, His cloud-brightness like dawn, exploding, spreading, forked-lightning shooting from his hand— what power hidden in that fist! Plague marches before him, pestilence at his heels! He stops. He shakes Earth. He looks around. Nations tremble. The age-old mountains fall to pieces; ancient hills collapse like a spent balloon. The paths God takes are older than the oldest mountains and hills. I saw everyone worried, in a panic: Old wilderness adversaries, Cushan and Midian, were terrified, hoping he wouldn’t notice them.
    Habakkuk 3:3‭-‬7 MSG

  7. 8‭-‬16 God, is it River you’re mad at? Angry at old River? Were you raging at Sea when you rode horse and chariot through to salvation? You unfurled your bow and let loose a volley of arrows. You split Earth with rivers. Mountains saw what was coming. They twisted in pain. Flood Waters poured in. Ocean roared and reared huge waves. Sun and Moon stopped in their tracks. Your flashing arrows stopped them, your lightning-strike spears impaled them. Angry, you stomped through Earth. Furious, you crushed the godless nations. You were out to save your people, to save your specially chosen people. You beat the stuffing out of King Wicked, Stripped him naked from head to toe, Set his severed head on his own spear and blew away his army. Scattered they were to the four winds— and ended up food for the sharks! You galloped through the Sea on your horses, racing on the crest of the waves. When I heard it, my stomach did flips. I stammered and stuttered. My bones turned to water. I staggered and stumbled. I sit back and wait for Doomsday to descend on our attackers.
    Habakkuk 3:8‭-‬16 MSG


  8. 17‭-‬19 Though the cherry trees don’t blossom and the strawberries don’t ripen, Though the apples are worm-eaten and the wheat fields stunted, Though the sheep pens are sheepless and the cattle barns empty, I’m singing joyful praise to God. I’m turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God. Counting on God’s Rule to prevail, I take heart and gain strength. I run like a deer. I feel like I’m king of the mountain! (For congregational use, with a full orchestra.)
    Habakkuk 3:17‭-‬19 MSG