Where Do We Go When Our Peace is Broken Into Pieces?

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"Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress."  Have I not wept for those in troube?  Has not my soul grieved for the poor?  Yet when I hoped for good, evil come; when I looked for light, there came darkness. The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.  I go about blackend, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.  I have become a brother of jackals; a companion of owls.  My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.  My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.  “I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me.   You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me. You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm.  I know you will bring me down to death.  - Job 30.  Today, we will be addressing the broken people of the world who are dealing with a peace that has crumbled before their eyes.  The ancient man JOB of scripture described his feelings of peace and relationship with the Creator God.  Where do we go or who do we turn to when our peace has been broken?  Join Us

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