They all have their ideas and their beliefs, but who is right? What is the Truth in this messed-up, lead-astray world? Can I even trust the words coming out of your mouth, O friend of mine? I don't know what to do when words of Truth come out of the mouths of the ones that I despise, yet words of Hate snd lies come from those who I call my friends. We are a broken people; a broken generation. Lord, help us when we can't tell black from white any more; wrong from right any more. Dear God, ee think we know it all, but we can't even tellnour right from our left any more.
Sometimes I wish that we could travel back in time, back to when we were young and had people to guide us. Back when we didn't have to worry about what to do around the opposite gender, and when oilur parents would set up play-dates for us with people we hardly knew who became our friends.
But now, what are we truly? What are we but broken vessles, but shattered mirrors, but torn hearts put back together with tape? The solutions of this world are but temporary, and what the world tries to sell off as solutions to our problems only widen the gorge between God and Man.
It is hard to believe that in all of this brokenness, there is still healing. It is hard to believe that in all of this darkness there is still light. It is hard to believe that there is a bridge between the gordge between God and Man. That Grace, Hope, and Love still exist in this seemingly-hopeless world, occupied by seemingly-hopeless people. Creation, where Hope is but a spark, and real Love is but a "nice idea."
No longer. These shattered people - Children of God - need to know who they are. They need to be loved. No one but God sees the lone girl in her bedroom, cutting her tear-sprinkled flesh with a blade. No one but God sees the torn young man holding a pistol to his own temple, teatering between Life and Death. No one but God hears the widowed mother crying out, on her knees, pleading to God for answers, for a path for her wayward children.
So God is singing a Song, a Melody over them. Be the Melody that kindly becons this world into the light, one misguided soul at a time. Be the arm of encouragement and support around the shoulders.of the weeping, self-harming young Princess. Be the friend who steps in and stops the suicidal young man and quiets the war waging within his head. Be he kind voice who says to the mourning mother that God hears them, be the one who falls on their knees beside this Child of God and joins her at the foot of God's throne, interceding for her children. Be Love. Be the Song of Hope. Be the Dance of Joy. Be the Shout of Revival. Be the Food to the Starving. Be the Fire that is setting the world ablaze for Jesus. For our God is a Consuming Fire.
Show His Love. Show how His Blood has changed you forever. Show them God's Kingdom and Eternity with the Light in your eyes. This is a call to War. Take up your shield, your sword, your helmet. Dust off your belt, your sandals, your breastlplate. Come to War. Rise up with your Brothers and Sisters all over the world, standing tall agsinst the Evil One like a pillar Light, cutting through the darkness. Lay hands on the sick, and they will be restored. Come, pray with the broken and they will be healed. Come, fight the Good Fight, and pray God's Kingdom come in all of its Glory once again. You have heard the Call, and now I can olnly hope and pray that you will respond, Warrior. Come, and join the Rising Hope. God bless you.
-- God's Grace