Hey soldiers! Can you tell I’m a little sad today? No? Lol…. How I wish there was actually a kind of sensory device that could transfer my emotions to your phone screens. Would that be cool? No?
Today actually started well, it was…..good. Enlightening even. I was reading 2 chronicles(as usual. *rolls eyes*, I’m not diligent enough with my Bible reading plan) this morning at work and Hezekiah’s story caught me. Let me drop the verse that actually made me smile;
2 Chronicles 32:27-29.
Hezekiah ended up very wealthy and much honored. He built treasuries for all his silver, gold, precious stones, spices, shields, and valuables, barns for the grain, new wine, and olive oil, stalls for his various breeds of cattle, and pens for his flocks. He founded royal cities for himself and built up huge stocks of sheep and cattle. God saw to it that he was extravagantly rich.
That last line. Oh, that lovely last line…😀😀😀. Now please, do not think I am materialistic. I’m not. Really. It’s just…. I don’t know, heartwarming, comforting to know that that saying, “You cannot call on God’s name and end up in shame”, actually holds true. Even in the Holy Scriptures. Look at it again:
God saw to it that he was extravagantly rich.
Now, if that doesn’t make you smile, if that doesn’t restore your dim hope, then I don’t know what will.
Now, on the the real reason for today’s post.
I went out my gate this evening to get dinner and, as usual, I saw them. They were smoking, drinking, screaming, shouting, dancing, singing loud and off-key, and for a second, there were like bodies without heads, the music faded in my mind and I saw them. I really saw them. I saw the emptiness they tried to fill. It’s the same routine every single night. They leave their homes and converge in the middle of the streets to party and get high. There was nothing else. Then they go back to their homes in the wee hours of the morning to fall asleep all day and continue the same routine at night.
My heart literally breaks for them. Tonight, I almost cried. I want to help them but I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if my faith is strong enough to carry them all. I don’t even know if I have enough faith in me to sustain two of me, talk more of that many people.
I should probably start, one person at a time, but even then, what do I say? What do I say to someone who has possibly been on this path for five, ten years? How do I tell them that Jesus loves and wants them back in a way that’d actually make them listen.
How do I make them realize that the drinks and smokes and needles don’t suffice after a while? How do I make them know that the temporary happiness they get from these things only kill them, making them crave it more and more until they have to live on life support?
How do I tell them that their lives are much more precious than they could possibly imagine.
How do I tell them that it’s safe to come back home? That Jesus has been at the door all night waiting for that knock.
I’m tired, and really really sad. I want to say something but I don’t know what to. I’m giving up before I even start. I want to heal them, take away their pain, make them okay.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.