He sat silent throughout the presentation and the dozens of hard questions that followed. Then leaning over his knees and rubbing his hands together, he said, All you people listen up.
You can’t change anything.
it don’t matter.
People have been this way thousands of years
and will be this way thousands of years to come.
The best you can do is mind your own affairs.
You can’t change people.
You could lock them up
You could kill them
But you can’t change ’em.
This is what despair looks like
This inability to see the power of the Christ that lives within.
The Blood gives way to new birth.
What was it Ann said?
What the world desperately needs is more dangerous disciples of an unsafe God.
I am THAT
But sometimes I am one thought, one prayer, one lie away from despair.
I think of the produce farmer
who set himself on fire
because his government demanded he pay a bribe he could not pay
and he had a family to feed.
He started a revolution that has cost far too many others
their lives too.
Women and children slaughtered
Civil War is imminent, the UN says.
a produce farmer
grew weary of the wrong-doing
So he sat himself
and an entire region of the world
Arab Spring, they named it.
People dying in the streets
Slaughtered by their own government.
The ones charged with protecting them.
Like children who suffer at the hands of mothers
and their boyfriends.
And so I wake in the darkness,
choking on despair.
Heart racing, stomach knotted
because I know that I serve an unsafe God
and I cannot be silent.
I am a woman on fire.