When someone stops you on the streets of a slum and pleads for prayer … and you’re lead into a frugal little home…
They’re desperate and they know, they sense that you have something they don’t, they sense that there is a HOPE that they want…
in those moments when I am face to face with beautiful people who are in dire need… who have babies in their arms and no place to sleep…
these people who start to shake as you pray for them… and then as I’m tightly hugging this beautiful person their shaking stops and peace abounds…
In these moments, I am crying out to God, asking that whatever supernatural gifts, miracles, revelations, or insights He wants to give me, to His child, and for His desperate, beloved children, that He would please in His grace release his mercy and manifest love.
I find myself in a place where my heart is also hurting because I know God’s heart is hurting to see His beloved ones in desperation and pain.
I know that if my heart is hurting, God’s heart is hurting infinitely more, and sometimes I have the opportunity to ache together in fellowship with God. In those moments His heart is beating with sadness and love.
I see him on the cross turn around and look straight into the eyes of his beloved and say this is for you… my beloved… all this pain on this cross is worth it for you, for you to have life and life to the fullest.
This is when any theology or church norms are irrelevant and no longer exist… It’s just you, God’s child, and God and the desperate hope for better, for the fullness of God that you are crying out to.
You may come face to face with desperation… maybe you face desperation as you look at yourself… In that moment God’s heartbeat, His pulse, and His rhythm of love is for all you, the power of his resurrection is there – we’re crying out for it.
Sorry about the complete lack of grammar… Just typing as it comes.
