Like a river that rages deep beneath the seemingly still waters of my spirit, God is moving.
the hearts holding hopelessness
In a place where shrines are built to worship idols, where misfortune is misunderstood as karma, the poor getting what is justified, the prostitutes what they are worthy of, the abused what they deserve
God is moving
In a place where the one true God seems missing
misunderstood
motionless
God is moving
As we sit in silence, fighting for friendships, for family
for community
struggling against our selfish desires, wondering when preferring others over self will feel organic, worship seem worthwhile, when the sacrifice of our lives, of our wills for the will of God will seem a blessing, not a burden
God is moving
When discomfort, sacrifice, and discovering God’s truth are more appealing than apathy, when we choose intimacy over internet, community over comfort
God is moving
When I glimpse the brokenness of my brothers, lies from the enemy entering the mind of my sister
When there is no common language, save the language of love
When what we have to offer those who need the most and have the least seems inadequate-is inadequate-when You meet us where we’re at, giving us what we need to love
In this, God, You are moving
When we realize our sin is no better than the sin of a battered mother
A broken daughter of God who has sold her own child into sex slavery
A slave herself to alcohol
too drunk to direct herself back to the place where she deserted her daughter
When you soften our hearts to see her as you see her–a delightful daughter of God
To forgive her as you have forgiven her–a chosen child of God
When you reveal to us that the broken brothel owners, the dejected pedophiles, the dispirited men buying the bodies of despairing women, beating the bodies created by your own hand, striking down the spirits of your blessed creation
When we realize that You died for them
That you love them
That we are called to forgive them, to love our enemies, to meditate on your mercy
When you once again remind us that Jesus’ blood covers ALL
God is moving
When I can look at abandoned street children
knowing they’ve been neglected
physically abused, sexually misused
And still praise You in Your glory, glimpsing your goodness
God is moving
When I search my own heart and find truth
Becoming conscious that I am not a burden to my brothers
That God has bestowed upon me abundant blessing
When I can look past how the world sees me, how I see me, redefining in my heart and in my mind what it means to be beautiful
When I can look at myself and see more than who I am, than what I am, but who I am in Christ
When I can look past the brokenness of my team and see Christ in them
When you show me that every broken person I encounter is exquisite in your eyes
God is moving
When I realize my voice has power to help or to hurt
that love is a choice, not an emotion
and that Faith is more than a feeling
God is moving
When you show me that your grace is enough
not just for the world, but for me
When I realize that you are worth the sacrifice, the fight
When I realize Your Glory is enough to give up my life
When I feel a cry in my heart to delve deep into the raging waters of your mercy and love
And live a life that is pleasing to you
Your will before my own, my life laid down before you
God is moving
In this place
In this heart
