To Syria With Love

I love you until the end of time.
I love you

Whatever 

Yes, Syria, I love you

But Jesus, all I see is pain, destruction and ruin, 
Did it not occur to you that we were already in anguish before you allowed this to happen to us, 

Syria, I really do love you

Seriously, God where should I start. The government, or the rebels. With the oppression or subjugation of a peoples desire for peace. 
Or the broken promises and shattered families, no just let me say this one word 
ISIS

I see past the destruction of man made things and can identify with the pain covering tear streaked faces layered with dirt. I hurt with each labored breathe your lungs takes cuz they are all measured by mii. Bones broken, blood shed every single drop is recognized by mii.

The last gasp of each dying soul is chronicled and noticed by mii, I alone know the exact count and all the names to go with the faces now buried in deep in the Mediterranean.
Drowned, moments await from freedom.
 In vain, the world tries to quantify with estimate but I have life stories, not just bodies. Testimonies etched into my eternal memory constantly replay in my mind, on my hands are the names of the ones that died seconds before help arrived. Deprived of oxygen, struggling for air, the ones that screamed out my name, before their world went dark, I know them all.  I alone see all your pain not just the fractions that affect each faction.
Human feelings cannot be used to portray the depth of emotion that courses thru my veins.
I love you
You are loved by mii in ways that the world cannot understand
They see buildings reduced to rubble
So double your pain and triple your anguish and that just begins to scratch the surface of my grief because I know the history of everyone who wished they could live in such a building.
I know of the struggle that has replaced your blissful existence
I know of the pain that has become a constant stain on your soul
I know the day of conception of the child who dead body on the shore would ignite the nations
I know your pain and while the world now tries to make restitution and alleviate your suffering.
I can’t.
I wish I could swoop down with legions of angels to heal each wound, I have the power, I have the means and yet love prevents mii from intervening, refraining to act breaks my heart apart, like Mozart I must sit on the sidelines watching them try to recreate my symphony.
I see your pain I am not blind to your plight, I just can’t give you want you want
Because that will require mii to bring an end to sin today.
For me to wipe out evil and end the reign of Satan.
For me to reclaim dominion of the earth and bring about a rebirth that will impact every living atom in your stratosphere.

From above you want mii to take away pain but I can’t remove pain because to eliminate pain is to eradicate choice. I want to intercede and put an end to all’s life’s misery but I want to allow everyone on earth the opportunity to know me and choose me.
The world is a mess, ISIS is evil, and there are no cookie-cutter answers to assuage your suffering but Know this, I love you
Have hope in this love because I alone see the heart
Where they see ruin, I see rebirth,
where they see destruction I see determination made manifest in the eyes of each refugee who struggles to learn a new language.
I know you are scared to close your eyes as night,
Scared to sleep, so all you do is weep and remember the ones who never made it out alive.
Syria I see you.
I see the hope you hold on to that tomorrow will be easier.
I see the courage you apply as you cross deserts and lands only to be turned away by the very ones who you lend a hand
Syria I see you.
I see you pain, your misery.
Your promise and tomorrow.

For centuries your history has been intertwined with that of my people.
I love you, I sent them to love you but they didn’t
I sent them to share my truth with you but they instead embraced your mess.
Syria, I saw you then. I see you now and I love you still.
Resilient you are putting one step in front of another and you seek peace.
Beautiful you are each morning you are able to see the beauty in being alive and cherish each moment and thank mii for each breathe
Courageous you are each day choosing to live and not to give in to the darkness or take what the devil panders
Resourceful you are taking on the roles of father and mother children acting as parents
You are mine.
You are mine, on the days your scream out in pain and curse my name
You are heart, soul, mind, beauty, resilient and mine
You are courageous, resourceful, strong, determined and mine,
You are tired, in pain, scared, bruised, lonely, broke, orphaned and mine
You are mine.

I have bought you with my blood
I paid the price, stripped of all dignity, ridiculed by humanity just so on this day
on this day when your heart breaks from the weight of sin cold hand  I can hold you and call you mine and
give you peace that transcends this world
give you joy regardless of what is hurled
give you freedom to choose to cherish humanity
give you love to act with dignity
give you patience to deal with the weather
give you hope knowing that this won’t last forever
because you are mine
and one day I’m coming to reclaim what is rightfully mine


GOD IS ... : II


Compassion = Come pass on

Come pass on
Come pass on
Come pass on the hope that he who began a good work will complete it

Come pass on
Come pass on the hope
Come pass on the love made evident in the death of Christ on the cross.

Come pass on
Come pass on the hope
Come pass on the love
Come pass on the joy that bubbles inside of you because He came to give life and did it more abundantly

Come pass on.
Come pass on the hope
Come pass on the love
Come pass on the joy

Come and just pass it on.

To who?

Do you see her, tired and forgotten, burdened by the weight of guilt
Do you see him, angry, bruised and clinging on to sanity by a thread
Do you see the daughter without a father
Do you see the son that can’t stand his mother
Do you see the neglected child behind the mask of accomplished professional
 Do you see them

Do you see the broken
Do you see the bruised
Do you see the battered
Do you see the bastard, who still has no idea who his father is and can’t imagine the love of a father, talk less a heavenly one

Or do you only see their mistakes
Do you only them as numbers
As statistics of unwed mothers and drug dealers.
Child molesters and gang members.

In Matthew 14 Jesus went out, saw a great multitude, was moved with compassion for them, and healed their sick.
In Matthew 20 Jesus had compassion and touched their eyes.
And immediately their eyes received sight,
In Mark 1, Jesus, moved with compassion, stretched out His hand and touched him, and healed him
Compassion is action 
Driven by the desire to alleviate their suffering.
But it must start with a recognition of their pain
So I ask you once more

Do you see her, tired and forgotten, burdened by the weight of guilt
Do you see him, angry, bruised and clinging on to sanity by a thread
Do you see the daughter without a father
Do you see the son that can’t stand his mother
Do you see the neglected child behind the mask of accomplished professional

Do you see the broken
Do you see the bruised
Do you see the battered
Do you see the bastard, without a father who can’t imagine what a heavenly one would do
Do you see her   Do you see him   Do you see them

If you do ...

Come and pass it on.
Come pass on the hope that is founded in your identity in Christ
Come pass on the love that was made evident by His sacrifice on the cross
Come pass on the joy that this world is not the end all and be all.
Come pass on.

2 Cor 1: 3 – 4 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God 

We exist to make him visible 
We have been comforted so let us comfort
We have been forgiven so let us forgive
We have been rescued so let us rescue
We have delivered from the misery of our mistakes so let us point them to the one who is able to forgive their mistakes

And so ... regardless of who they are
See them the way He saw us.
See them as beings, children in need of a Savior
See them as beings with a God-sized void
See them not as numbers, as statistics, but as people similar to you.
Identify with their suffering, understanding that if it had not been for the Lord who was on your side, you would be them.

Their pain transcends gender,
Their pain transcends race,
Their pain transcends social status.
So see them, see their suffering

And when you eventually do ...

Come pass on
Come pass on the hope
Come pass on the love
Come pass on the joy
Come pass on what God has blessed you with

Come pass on
Come pass on
Come pass on
Compassion

Because compassion at the base level is realizing they need God as much as you do and doing something about it

Pure Religion

I turn on the news and hear about people killing in the name of God and I’m disgusted.
I browse the news online and read about people picketing in the name of God and I’m annoyed.
I walk into a building and see a person being segregated in the name of religion and I’m appalled.
I’m sick and tired of people hijacking religion for their own selfish purposes, for real y’all I’m done.
So I crack open my bible for an explanation for a definition of religion and I get this.
Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and to keep oneself unpolluted from the world. James 1: 27
And now I’m just humbled.
You see it’s how we treat the least of these
It’s how we act when the road gets rough
It’s how we treat the least of these that shows who we are
We’re not defined by the words that we speak or the day of the week that we choose to appear meek and uniquely gather to discuss doctrinal matters. That is not who we are
The length of our skirt matters naught to the needy when their bellies are empty, so gently let’s pull back the cover and rediscover the essence of us being.
Here on this planet,
we exist to make him visible; our job is to show a dying world the invisible Christ.
The moment you take on his name your aim is to proclaim his love but instead we complain and profane his name,                                                                                                                                                                             When you come out of the watery grave you in effect say that you will daily empty yourself in order to show them Him.
But instead we lobby in the hobbies to legislate change when instead we’ve been called to be a light that the world cannot ignore because of our love not because of our political might.
Light cannot be heard, so why do we discuss it
Light can only be seen so let us present it with our deeds
Please
We are too busy pointing fingers so we fail to use our whole hands to assist the long line of those who have been dismissed by society, quietly confirming what they know to be true, that we speak but do not do that which we have been called to. Which is
To make the invisible God visible
Each breathe we are given is to complete this task, to show the world that He does exist and that His love endures forever, but wrapped in our ivory towers we are kept clean and pristine so His love is unseen,
this is obscene,
 our insistence on speaking and keeping but not sharing and living out His love  and so instead we make a mockery of the very thing that we profess to possess
Unless we address this issue we make much ado about nothing because this says who we really are

It’s how we treat the least of these
It’s how we act when the roads gets rough
It’s how we treat the least of these that shows who we are

You see we got it twisted thinking it’s about the rules we follow or the words we speak that have now become so shallow as we claim to follow the one who gave His life so that all men can have live without sorrow
The world is crying for help.

Each breathe you take but fail to make a difference with is wasted.
Each breathe you take but fail to make a difference with is wasted.
Each breathe I take but fail to make a difference with is wasted.
Until, only until  Your reaction defines your heart, until it breaks with sorrow over the death of a lost one.
Until your knees ache cuz u were on them till daybreak pleading, begging God to give you one more day to impact one more life, earnestly beseeching, asking for his mercy to cover the lost you know until they see the light you show.
Until your first reaction is not to accuse but to rescue to save the depraved,
until your conscience chooses assistance that crosses the distance to those in need in Haiti, in Sudan, in China, in Syria, in Libya, in London, in Gabon, in Myanmar, in Syria, in Sudan, in Afganistan, in Iran, in Somalia, in Haiti, in Syria in Libya in London, on Dundas
Cuz  The bible says
Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and to keep oneself unpolluted from the world. James 1: 27
And the only way you can do it, is by having a relationship with the One who is able to keep you from falling and to present you faultless before the throne of the God, the one who is able to give you a passion to help the lost, the only True God.
Look
It’s how you treat the least of these
It’s how I act when the roads gets rough
It’s how we treat the least of these that shows we are, who we really are.