I just spoke with one of my dear friends. She’s just barely recovered from open heart surgery and called to tell me that now she’s being sent to a surgeon for a tumor. I had just gotten off the phone when I heard another friend on a local radio station. She was talking about the struggles and rejection her family has endured because of the color of her children’s skin. That was it!
The personal struggles of those close to me coupled with images of weeping mothers in China and tornado victims in the midwest was enough to make me want to rend my clothes, throw ashes on my head and wail. That’s not exactly socially acceptable in 21st century America, though. So, I am resorting to our cultural equivalent; blogging. I am crying out to God and anyone else who will listen. My heart breaks over the suffering and injustice and I weep for the Body of Christ to come together in mercy and power for those in need of water, food, shelter, healing, comfort and hope.
My plea is for God to so change my heart that I carry the very presence of God to the needy people all around us. I want His love to pour out of me onto their wounds and for them to know that they have been touched by the Living Messiah. I pray that all Believers will be moved to action by the things that move Jesus to tears.
- James 1:27 (Whole Chapter)
Pure religionand undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.
- Matthew 25:35-36
35For I was a hungry, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
36Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.