Tears
Friday night, I shed tears.
Sunday a couple weeks ago, I shed tears.
The first Sunday after I returned from Thailand, I shed tears.
On those three occasions, missionaries were sharing about their experinces, about their lives, about the situations in which they were working.
My heart broke at their words. At the injustices of this world. At my own comfortable state.
My heart broke as the ache to go grew stronger.
My heart broke because they spoke with such passion, and such conviction that change is possible.
My heart broke at the Jesus-filled lives of these people.
Does God guide us through our hearts? Are tender hearts an indication of Jesus' call to follow? What if God wanted me to go do humanitarian work in some obscure country of the world, instead of planting a church in Europe? What if?
Non-Christian Europeans don't make me cry. I know I should be broken over their state. But the truth is, I'm not. I'm much more concerned about 13 year-old girls being sold into prostituion than I am over an 18 year old teenager who's too rich and comfortable to really worry about God. The former will get me on my knees, pleading to her Creator. The latter will at best have me rely on my own gifts to perhaps hope to create a desire for God in him...
I don't know what to do with all this. Just some thoughts.
Sunday a couple weeks ago, I shed tears.
The first Sunday after I returned from Thailand, I shed tears.
On those three occasions, missionaries were sharing about their experinces, about their lives, about the situations in which they were working.
My heart broke at their words. At the injustices of this world. At my own comfortable state.
My heart broke as the ache to go grew stronger.
My heart broke because they spoke with such passion, and such conviction that change is possible.
My heart broke at the Jesus-filled lives of these people.
Does God guide us through our hearts? Are tender hearts an indication of Jesus' call to follow? What if God wanted me to go do humanitarian work in some obscure country of the world, instead of planting a church in Europe? What if?
Non-Christian Europeans don't make me cry. I know I should be broken over their state. But the truth is, I'm not. I'm much more concerned about 13 year-old girls being sold into prostituion than I am over an 18 year old teenager who's too rich and comfortable to really worry about God. The former will get me on my knees, pleading to her Creator. The latter will at best have me rely on my own gifts to perhaps hope to create a desire for God in him...
I don't know what to do with all this. Just some thoughts.
posted by Thais at 4:50 AM
2 Comments:
I think you should keep exploring the "What if?"
Too many people are unmoved by suffering; those who are must respond.
You have the desire; God has the place.
He'll show you.
follow your heart
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