Such a strong burden for this lost and dying world...
There are so many things I just don't understand.
Why? Why? Why?
Why do people have no shoes?
Why do we have a more than enough shoes?
Why are kids sleeping on the streets?
Why are kids abandoned?
Why are women degraded?
Why is money such an idol?
Why are people starving?
Why are people dieng from curable diseases?
Why am I the one blessed to live in America?
Why is there no persecution in the United States?
Why do people stay silent on what needs to be voiced?
Why is talk of freedom so hush-hush?
Why have people never heard of Christ?
Why are fellowships more popular than sharing the freakin gospel?
Why is offense glorified more than the lamb who was silent to the slaughter?
Why are the words out of mouths destroying relationships instead of encouraging others?
I often find myself asking so many questions that seem to remain unanswered. "If only I could find solutions for these issues, maybe this unsettledness would go away..." The truth is, I don't have to have all the answers. I could sit around all day and think of logical ways to make a difference. But that's the thing, God doesn't fit in a box of logic. He is Holy and just. The enemy likes to make you feel insignificant to the Kingdom. He can use rocks to praise Him, how much more could He use His beloved workmanships? He is Bigger and He will be glorified.
I care for those who are hurting far more than comfort. I'm starting to hurt with them instead of simply for them. My brain wants to explode when I think of the beautiful people I have encountered and shared life with and those I will soon encounter that are suffering so much while I have everything I could ever possibly need. I long to see the world radically changed for His Kingdom. I want to show hope, love, joy, peace, and true faith to others. Not because I'm a big deal but because Jesus is the Big Deal. I want to make His praise glorious to the ends of the earth and see the healing power that's in the name of Jesus break every chain. I dream of people of all nations crying out "Abba, Father." -experiencing His Love and never being the same again.
So as I sit here all worked up, burdened, frustrated, heartbroken, and full of passion...I become more confident in the mission at hand. Where the enemy wants the consumption of feeling overwhelmed to try and reach the masses, Jesus reminds us that He's for the one. Where we feel defeated, the finished work of the cross testifies to the battle that's already been won. I'm still going to praise Him and declare His promises in the midst of burdens, casting it all to the One who carries them.
"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest." -Matthew 11:28