posted on Sep, 29 2007 @ 09:48 PM
You know that feeling, I can see. You want to pour out the insight God has filled you with, so you write, sing, get on your knees, dance, praise.
But damn it, my brother or sister on this earth is out there with a gun on the desk thinking about ending it. One sentence could've/can change
The rich man who inside, is dead, riding in his expensive car with that pit in his gut. "I worked for all this... but it will all be gone."
The truth is double edged.
In my one hand I hold Joy and thanks that I found Christ, in my other hand, all I hold is agony for my brothers and sisters who will perish.
It makes me very sad. It also makes me hungry. A hunger that food or water will not reach. I starve for my siblings to know and join Christ. We "hold
the keys to the gates of life".
Life is not a joke. Hell... is just a word. The place it describes is real.
It's up to us to roll up our sleeves for God. There will always be those who accept the news. There will always be deniers.
The weight of the lost is on our shoulders. We need to spread this Gospel. This holy healing word.