Each breath shallows
tentative, I hold my own
I miss his crooked smile
he soon will be going home
each given love’s “goodbye”
the tears full in a jar
tomorrow seems awaiting
too close and yet so far
Under the mango we sing
95 little voices in praise
love the same in any language
standing tall like a tree
crouching small like a bug
marching around Jericho
searching for a lost lamb
faith in a lion’s den
protection in a furnace
God has a great plan
Jesus is there in a small village
children worship under a mango tree
Goodness in those eyes
kindness in his smile
little fingers wrap in mine
never want to let go
God is the maker
children such a gift
may actions always match
the love I feel inside
I am always disturbed when I hear of children who are cast-offs. Our world has grown careless with its real treasures. We would never throw away gold, but these little ones are much more precious than any gem.
I am grateful that there are those in the world who have hearts willing to pour their love into a heart and rekindle precious smiles.
“It’s as easy as…”
“you fall off –
get right back on”
bruised and bloodied
stumbling off the road
scraping out the rocks
“Just get up” a person calls
I think I’ll just sit in the dirt
another person rolls her eyes
increasing her pace
“take the bike I won’t be needing it” I holler
I feel gentle arms around me
“let me clean that” a kind whisper
“we will get you home”
the man puts me on his bike
his wife rides my battered one
I’m awakened to fluffy white pillows
I don’t know how long it takes to heal
there it was painted and straight
“I think I’m ready to try “
I wave at the kind couple
their hands are full so they smile
there will always be battered people
to pick up on the side of the road
The original story of the Good Samaritan dealt with religious/ cultural bias and religiosity. The Good Samaritan(entire parable Luke 10:25-37) did not deal with the social issues surrounding that man’s life. His concern was for the well being of the nameless man. How easy is it for us to have all the answers to another person’s struggles? It’s easy to judge when we are upright. What about when we are on the ground battered/ in pain? Jesus extends grace and love to everyone no matter what pit they find themselves in.
I am grateful to people like the non-fictional couple who picked me up in a time of distress and loved me back to health. Why not have a heart that picks people up out of life’s ditches?
Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion
blot out my transgressions.
“So which of these three do you think was neighbor to him who fell among the thieves?” And he said,
“He who showed mercy on him.”
Then Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”
The phone rings, it’s ignored
it rings again, such an irritant
his phone jumps about the table
exasperated he answers
“she isn’t here, she’ll call you back”
(sobbing on the other end of the line)
“My car was just hit. I’m sitting on the side of the road”
“Are you okay honey? Here’s mom.”
How often do we get calls that we don’t pick up?
I have family on their own ring tone and I still miss their calls.
Ever think about this? God always hears our cries for help and He knows each of our voices (kind of like heavenly ring tones.) Not only does God hear our cries, He hears us complain, whine, beg for direction. The phone exchange in Heaven has no down time and our calls are always answered – no dropped calls. Try prayer the next time you feel at the end of your earthly rope – He is listening!
“In my distress I called upon the Lord, And cried to my God for help; He heard my voice out of His temple, and my cry for help before Him came into His ears.”
“The righteous cry, and the Lord hears And delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
And saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
Psalm 34:17 & 18
“Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I shall rescue you, and you will honor Me.”
One day where a pair of feet stand
many feet will be running
where there a few huts there will be many
the spade of hope has pierced this ground
the seed of the future has been planted
songs will be sung, children will be safe
all because of the faith of a few men
I wish I could paint a picture of what this Acholi land will look like one day. I heard the plan and I believe many children’s lives will never be the same because a few men (who understand what is like to be refugees) prayed.
According to PRI more than 2000 South Sudanese are fleeing to Uganda daily. Uganda is one of three countries taking in a massive number of refugees.
look through storm clouds
beauty to behold
colors of the rainbow
mercy to unfold
hold not to the dark
open up your heart
before the Lord seek freedom
make a fresh new start
lily raises its pure face
Easter is a time to be reminded of Christ’s sacrifice and renewed. But we can hold back and lay roots of rot and resistance. It is not God who holds back His goodness. We are the ones who chose not the beauty of salvation’s grace.
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