It's advent, so we're supposed to hurt a little.
We're supposed to confess and be helpless--leaning on our saviour.
We're supposed to confess and be helpless--leaning on our saviour.
But it just plain aches when you know someone who is desperately sinking in the midst of addiction.
...and their partner can't carry the struggle
because they don't have any more trust to lose.
And it's awful when folk come to the church broken and beaten by life
...when pregnant mothers lose their jobs, but still have four kids to feed
because they don't have any more trust to lose.
And it's awful when folk come to the church broken and beaten by life
...when pregnant mothers lose their jobs, but still have four kids to feed
...when women who make JUST enough to pay the rent can't pay the other bills
(and don't qualify for aid because they aren't technically homeless)
(and don't qualify for aid because they aren't technically homeless)
I can't fix it.
I can't heal it.
God, it hurts to even touch it!
In my heart, the words of Habakkuk echo:
How long, LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen?
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds.
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds.
And God answers:
""Look at the nations and watch-- and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told."
""Look at the nations and watch-- and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told."
Maranatha, Lord Jesus. Maranatha.
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