There are times this world gets me down. I don’t understand man’s inhumanity to man. I weep for innocence lost and evil inflicted on the weak and helpless. Whenever the sinful condition of my current place of residence overwhelms me, I remind myself this is not my permanent home. Jesus is coming! I will one day see Him in the clouds or waiting to welcome me at Heaven’s gates. Nothing of this world can steal my assurance, and when I remember the assurance of my salvation, then joy returns.