There are a lot of things that I try to understand in any given day. I try to understand the way that a snowflake falls with such grace; I try to understand why God seems to enjoy smiling upon us with subtlety; I try to understand how seeds die and blossom into something so breath-taking. I seek to understand those things that we oftentimes refuse to even question because – well – they’re bigger than we are and those kinds of things usually intimidate us, provoke us to question our humanity, and their beauty dwarfs our self-ascribed importance.
Why would God care so much about a rose bud, that He would craft it with such elegance? Clearly it’s because He cares so much about those little things that bring us joy during a day’s time, or maybe it’s because He just likes flowers.
It always amazes me how much time the Creator puts in the littlest things; it’s almost as if no detail has ever gone unnoticed. Everything was formed with such skill and precision. It can only reflect just as deeply within us.
My spirit becomes troubled when people toss their lives to the wind like it’s no big deal – whether they believe in God or not – dreams fade and are enraptured by a reality that demands more from our flesh than it does our imaginations, our hopes, our most ALIVE parts of us.
And so I don’t want to see a generation die.
I don’t want to see my peers – my brothers, sisters, and friends – I don’t want to see them give up on those things in life that make them stand tall, fight hard, and dream big. I don’t want to see a generation wither under the pressures of a world that cares less about people and more about feeding the system. I don’t want to see potential sludge down the drain because “image” has demanded the victory, a battle for identity lost to the lies of a world consumed by materialism, hopelessness, and fading fads.
I want to see a generation fully alive. I want to see individuals breathing change with dreams rising to movement, with dreams that are only pieces to a puzzle much greater than ourselves. I want to see eternity established where there was at one time, nothing everlasting. I want to see brokenness replenished with togetherness, and restlessness, stilled with peace. I want to see chaos brought to order with an Authority that was once thought to be a fairytale. I want to see an army wipe away tears from the faces of millions. I want to see change manifesting itself from more than an awakening, but from movement of what was once idle hands and idle feet.
The sleeping giant shall sleep no longer.
Justice flows, freedom reigns, and LOVE is established – because that’s how we move.
And all of this is because God has put a lot of time in us, in crafting the simplest of all things, yet the most complex in the entirety of creation. Not a single detail was abstained from this Divine miracle. Through the glory of a single incarnate moment, our futures were redeemed, we were delivered, and we were birthed into His resemblance.
Like our Creator, we cannot neglect details. We cannot neglect starving orphans, dying widows, broken homes, shattered marriages, homeless sons, crying daughters, or enslaved victims.
Instead, we do more than notice and more than acknowledge.
We move in their direction, meet them where they’re at; because where He became incarnate with us, we must become incarnate with each other. It’s the only way that the Master’s hand can be pushed through the dirt, kill the seed, and give Life to a new creation…
Care to join me? Leave a comment below if you do.
