I said:
Lord, come quickly.
It’s a favorite phrase of Christians – a sentiment that means, “It’s all too much, Jesus. Come back from the heavens and rescue us from this cesspool – this mess we live in. I can’t do it any more.”
And then, he said to me clearly:
I have already returned. It’s YOU. You are my way of saving the world.
But how? How do we save a world bent on destroying itself?
God, you’ve shone your flashlight in my heart and known me.
You know each movement I make, even when I’m asleep and unaware. I can’t see you, but you get the way my brain works. Whether I’m walking into a cathedral or the bathroom, you’ve got an eye on my path.
Before I’ve said a word, you know what I’m going to say.
You’ve encircled me – past, present, and future. You’ve put your hand on my anxious heart and settled it with your touch. I don’t understand it, and never will. Read more…