I know you’re scared. I know you’re hurt. I know you don’t understand what’s happening. As the earth shakes, the heavens weep, the wind howls and the very core of your soul shatters, you question why. You don’t believe in Him yet you ask Him why? Why do you allow this? Why does it hurt? Why do people kill? Why do people hate? There are questions you have that bounce off the walls of your home late at night when all you can hear is the sound of drops hitting your pillow. You feel alone, your ears are numb to the sound of sirens that pierce the night. Your eyelids are limp from the blinding flashes on the news, the scroll that only reads death and decay. You’re sick, the doctors can’t help you. Medication won’t cure the disease. You fill the void with the very virus that infects your dying system, and each day you grow weaker and weaker. Where is the next fix? Where is the next person to fill the hole for just a moment? The next blade to the skin, just waiting to slice the artery. More and more you claw at the wood of your home as the sand erodes the foundation and it buckles beneath the pressure of life. The pleasures of this life flicker out like the dying flame that they are. And what’s left to free you when you sit in the darkness?
There is hope though. There is a love that’s not just empty. Did you know that? There is someone who says I love you, who doesn’t want sex or money or temporary companionship. He wants all of you. He wants your broken home, your scarred wrists, your dirty fingernails. He wants your broken heart, your shattered dreams, your cracking voice and your tears. He wants to wipe them away, and some day there will be no more pain and no more suffering. The God of the universe mourns with us. He gave his one and only son, not to condemn the world but to save it. To save you. You were made with a purpose, not to stumble from one lifeless pleasure to another. But to find ultimate satisfaction in Him. The God who shaped the galaxy wants to hold you in his hands, and nothing will snatch you from him. Not life or death, not angels or demons, not rules, not sins. Nothing will take you from him. He’s got you, and he won’t let go. He won’t break up with you after years of commitment. He won’t slap you, he won’t demand you to harm yourself, or tire of you when you keep on falling over and over again. Like a loving father does, he will pick you up, carry you through, fix you because you can’t do it alone. He will correct your mistakes, he will forgive you. He let his son Jesus die for you to be close to Him. Rely on that promise.
Cry out to God from the bog, the pit of despair. Open the book, the word of God that will give you life. Open to John and read of Jesus, read of the suffering he did so you wouldn’t have to. Read of the son who drank your sin over 2000 years ago to clean you and prepare you for a wedding feast unlike any you could imagine.
Come home.
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