Alright, what you are about to read is my raw journal entry during freewriting at group worship.
Words that conflict us. We need a change. The world needs a Savior. The enemy is dividing to conquer, but we will not let the plan succeed. Our counter attack: Love. We are in desperate need of love and compassion. Our very souls cry out for the longing God placed in our hearts. God created us to love. God created us to need love, His love. Why then aren’t we giving what has been freely given to us?
He came into this life on different soil; and therefore, the dumps in the graveyards are his grocery stores. He knows no love, for his own flesh and blood fail him; left to wander the filth-filled streets barefoot. Does he not deserve a chance? Hope? How about a future? Will he get to feel the warmth that the heart absorbs from a stranger’s hug? Will he get a chance to be parasite free?
She came into this life on different soil. She was not found “worthy,” thus left as garbage. Will you let her light burn out? Will you let her vanish because her spirit is deteriorating? Eyes of gold. Heart of sand, it slips thru your fingers. Pure and innocent. Forced to lead a life of tragedy and pain. This is what the enemy does to even the smallest of humans. Experiencing things not meant to be understood or even heard of. Time is slipping. Will you stop the timer? Will you help return her life by tipping the hourglass back over?
