Oh Lord, our Father, break us, break us as the world has broken Yours.
As a new pair of eyes blink open each morning to great the day among us my heart yearns to understand his voiceless plea.
His eyes speak of pain.
His eyes speak of sadness.
His eyes speak of fear.
His eyes speak of distrust.
His eyes speak of desperation.
In his eyes there is no shimmer of hope.
Oh Lord, let us be to him that which you would use to show Your love,
He fights us.
He fights us some more.
He fights our warm meals, our cool glasses of water. He fights our care.
He fights our affection.
He fights those ways in which we show him the love that has captured him to us.
He wants not, he needs not, he has closed the door to the living. His pain is so deep, emotion is too hard to bear, he chooses to remain indifferent.
He breaks our hearts, as he should.
May we never become too tired, too calloused, too jaded, too weary, too busy, too accustomed, too accepting of, too comfortable with, the pains of this world, the crushing hurt of a little life carried through suffering until there is not enough for one more day and they are brought from their world and left in ours.
But Gethro cannot fight our prayers. Nor yours. We will persist. By His grace we will break down his barriers. By His peace we will open the door to the wounds on his heart. By His mercy he will begin to heal. By His strength he will desire to fight for a life among the living. For His glory we press on. The giver of life has chosen us for this great honor and we will rise to His calling with humble hearts, we are broken and it is there and there only that we can reach through the barrier and truly touch with healing the scars of another.
Psalm 71:20 (NIV)
20 Though you have made me see troubles,
many and bitter,
you will restore my life again;
from the depths of the earth
you will again bring me up.
Posted on Wed, May 16, 2012