I think of how ironic it is that we as people have become like moths.
How we are drawn to the funny blue lights of technology; our computers, TV, cellphones, game systems. There it is that blue light that we are drawn to it like the poor moth heading for the bug zapper uncontrollably drawn and then the life snuffed out of us.
I say this because I see things like deep relationships being forsaken for a button or keystroke here and there, ignoring the important things set before you. Those special relationships with no idea how long they will be, smothered away in emails and text messages. Volumes of emotions being boiled down to a silly icon.
How damaging we are to ourselves in every direction.
I think how tragic modern society is. How families were spread over a few miles in times of old and now they are spread across continents. Along with it, the secure feeling of belonging, the generations of knowing who you are, not in arrogant manner, but the passing down of hardwork, dedication to family and most of all God.
Now things are just one giant hue of gray according to the world’s standards, when the truth is a simple black and white, passed down to us in the greatest book that will ever be written, authored by God himself.
History has been carefully crafted to a political correctness of nothing, both in the educated sense and in the family sense.
Just as the rich history of our families have been whitewashed away so has our rich heritage of being God’s children.
So many times I hear people carry on about not being able to wait until Jesus comes again, but I wait for another awakening of us the people of God, a joy, a passion of who we belong to, a reaching out to the hurting and wretched, a massive display of beauty for ashes.
I hear often how long will you tarry Lord, and I think, thank you Lord for your mercy. You have not smited us as we deserve. You continue to wait for your lost children to come home, to belong like they never have, to feel love that is beyond anything we can conceive, beyond any pleasure experienced.
The ultimate joy in fully knowing that you are loved, you are treasured, one and all. Come to Abba father.
I think of the ache in my heart from the children that have and will leave home, and those that will never grow up, and how must my father in heaven weep so much more for those that fight against his love, his peace. God your mercy is beyond my comprehension, but Oh am I humbly and thankfully grateful for it.
How stubborn and angry I can grow at mankind's selfish and thoughtless behavior, but when I look at myself I see that I am as guilty as the next. God forgive me. Lord heal our nation. Continue in your mercy and grace, not because we deserve it, earn it or even understand it, but simply because of the sacrifice that you made through your beloved son, Jesus Christ.
2Ch 7:14 If my people which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
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