Against my better judgement I didn't park the car in the middle of the intersection and pull two older teenage boys apart. Six punches to the side of the head as I felt a skull made with the creators loving hands smash the pavement an equal amount of times. Parking the car, looking both ways, crossing over. The one whom had given into hate walking away, the mark of a poisoned mind still ringing in the air, reflecting off the buildings, scoffing my, Our presence there.
The intention had been to go to hear of the hope we could offer and form as a community. Hope.
There was no hope in the teens eyes that had not only had his body assaulted, but his mind, his developing man pride bleeding from the mouth. I asked facts, so not to damage an already lowly situation. He cursed, spat, smoked, telling more with his eyes then his mouth. A lower lip quiver, the beginnings of a permanent worry dent on his forehead. I wanted to encase him in a robe that would somehow help him see his value and place in a fallen world. To show Him the angels that await his ask, and a savior to stand in this place of pain. Before, behind, beside. The power of a risen Lord.
The meeting of Hope sat behind a smokescreen, and as I identified with parts of truth, the root was empty; or worse maybe, glorifying the one who poisons minds. I was stunned to hear humans speaking about things they had just discovered that the Family has known for years. I inwardly smiled, the timeless wisdom carried by those who believe... Given from the one that created the concept of wisdom. I asked, they answered as lines paralleled the need of every human heart, but the root had been pulled away. In the light such simple truth, In the dark, so many questions. Choosing not to guide, not to lead, but allow the one who leads best to do so, We left.
Conviction inhaled like a shot of cold air to the mind. Had I left the world and not known how dark it had become? Had I lived in this bubble, and forgotten to take walks outside? Knowing the truth in the midst of discussion, then backing away also knowing it is not time to be received takes so much restraint. Not in this time, not in this place. How can people not see, when absolutely everything points back to the core of His being, who He is, His nature? A Christian concept taken secular with the refusal to journey back to the Giver. It is only the Giver that can then again give.
What a dilemma, being in the world but not of it. Being light in dark places. Speaking truth with no returns. Seeing truth. Tasting and knowing an entirely different world, being placed in this space. My eyes have been opened, and yet I wonder if they are better off closed. Set aside for a purpose, apart for His glory. Eyes ever focused on You, needing more walks outside the bubble.
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