It’s late at night and I’m sitting here typing for no particular reason. Nothing amazing has happened today…but then, I shouldn’t say that. Miracles do happen every day. I wish I could see them more often, but I know that they’re there. Friends tell me of things, a search on Google will turn up thousands of hits. If I only open my eyes, there is so much to see!
Walking down the road in the mornings, walking fast, I hardly see the beauty of the trees around me. I’m hurrying to go places, I have things to do and I won’t let myself rest until they’re done.
Most days.
On some days I do notice, even as I step fast through the trees’ long shadows. I hear the slight birdsong, as clear as the cars driving past, the tiny noise of the crickets as they end their songs. I see all the people around, walking just as I usually do, fast and furious, empty eyes missing the wonders around them, and my heart breaks.
It’s not just because they don’t delight in the silver of the Spanish moss in the oaks or the sharp, perfect blue of the sky. It’s because they can’t see.
They’re lost, so terribly lost, and they don’t even know it. Perhaps they don’t even care. I know them; they’re my friends and they’re nice people, wonderful people, cool people, but I know that none of that will help them in the long run.
All that will matter is whether or not their hearts have broken.
I pray for them then, that God will break their hearts when they see their own sin, their own sordid sin in the face of His holiness. I pray that they will abhor it and fall to the ground, crying for mercy, crying for salvation, because they know that there’s no earthly way for them to save themselves; they’re already doomed.
Cry to Him; He will save you. Not because you’re a good person, but because you’re a sinner. Because when He sent His son to die on the cross, it was so that you wouldn’t have to face the penalty for your crimes. This is what sacrifice is; this is what salvation is.
Choose Him, I beg you. I pray it for my friends and family, for my city and country, and most of all for this broken, shattered world.
Lord, heal this broken land!
