There’s so much I want to say. . .
* sits quietly *
But it’s the sort of thing that is best expressed with tears, intermingled with whispers of, “Oh, God.”
There’s so much hurt. Not just in my heart, but in the church as a whole. And it breaks His heart.
And it’s starting to break mine.
There’s a song that says, “Break my heart for what breaks Yours.”
And I don’t think many people mean it.
I do, and I’m praying many more people will start meaning it too.
The church has way too many whiners and not near enough weepers.
Think about it–when was the last time you sobbed over the lack of holiness and unity in the church? When was the last time you cried and cried because there are little girls who are being sold and horrifically mistreated? When was the last time that you sat still and tears slid down fast as you realized that there are babies starving to death? When was the last time that you cried in anger at the way the enemy is deceiving our young people and luring them into his traps? When was the last time you let yourself be broken for the pain of others? When was the last time you cried out desperately to God to intervene on behalf of the helpless? When was the last time you stood in the place of intercession–when you not only prayed for others, but felt and carried their pain?
Oh, for a church of broken, interceding hearts!