WEEPING WITH THE LORD

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I pulled off down the street thinking about future, raising support and a multitude of other things I felt led to go towards my old high school. I pulled through the traffic and turned on a street towards my old school when a homeless woman caught my attention in the median of the street. I glanced over and I knew that she was the reason why I was headed in this direction. I turned around and came near her. Her sign read, “Hungry, homeless, have three children.” I rolled down my window and asked if she would like something from McDonalds. She said with a huge smile on her face, “I would love a double cheeseburger and some fries.” I told her that I would be right back.

As I pulled into the drive thru at McDonalds I saw how consumed I was with my needs and my problems but at a moments time I diverted everything to think about this woman. I asked the Lord, “Father I want to feel what Millie is going through.” At that moment the Holy Spirit fell on me and I began to travail (weep) in the Lord. I began to feel what it felt to be Millie on the street; I began to feel what it felt to be her three homeless children not knowing if they were going to get fed again. I then began to feel what the Father felt for those four precious souls. I began to weep while I received a double quarter pounder meal and four hamburgers.

As I pulled up to Millie I told her that Jesus told me to give her this meal and that I would pray for her family. She said that her children were named Michael, Amy and Julie. I told her that I would pray for them as traffic came from behind. She lit up with a smile and rounded up her stuff ready to take her children a warm meal from McDonalds.

As I pulled away I couldn’t help but continue to cry. I began to scream out to the Lord saying that I never wanted to lose His heart. I never wanted to get stuck in mere Christianity. As soon as I said that I began to weep for everything that the Father weeps over. I began to feel His heart for the orphan in Africa. I began to feel what it felt like to be a child with parents that died from Aids. I began to feel what it felt like to have no parents and no family at all. I began to feel what the Father felt for these precious little ones and I screamed out with tears.

I continued through my local streets as I began to remember all the faces that I have seen over the years. I could feel what the prostitute felt on the streets of Thailand who had to sell her body because she was stuck in slavery. I began to feel that abused little girls forced into the industry. I began to feel the Fathers heart for these precious little girls and I screamed out.






















I screamed at the top of my lungs that I never wanted to forget these faces. I never wanted to be so consumed with my problems or my concerns that I would forget these precious faces that You so loved. One homeless lady triggered the Fathers heart in me. One family that was in need triggered my heart to break for the world again. Triggered my heart to break for a generation to feel what I was feeling.

Although many might think that they never want to feel that pain for another individual, I wanted to stay in it for the rest of my life. I could feel the Father once again deeper than I have felt him in a while. I told him, I don’t want to get stuck in dead Christianity. I don’t want to pray prayers that are meaningless and not from the heart. I don’t want to live a normal life. I don’t want to be conformed by this world and forget about the dying, the hopeless, the sick, the poor, the orphan, the widow. That is where the Fathers heart is. He is in the eyes of a homeless woman on the street corner waiting for that one person to reach out to her. He is waiting in that one little child dying in the dirt in the African slums. He is in that one old lady that is all alone in the retirement home with no family to come and see her. He is everywhere, we just need to reach out and find Him.




















Father let us never get complacent, let us never forget the faces of the dying, the oppressed and the lost. I pray that through this Blog you would be encouraged to go out and find Jesus because He is everywhere. May the King of Kings be glorified and His glory cover the earth.