Oh, the humanity!
I don’t write about a God that I don’t know. I don’t use flowery words to talk about a detached being that knows everything and feels nothing. He is not made of paper, plastic or even metal. He was and still is flesh and bone. He is all God, but He is also all man. I have met Him in my everyday life. I have felt His hand touch my cheek, I’ve heard Him whisper to me in my darkest hour. If that sounds strange to you just read the way David wrote about Him in the Bible. I’ve felt His tears roll down my face as we wept for those who do not know Him. I’ve felt Him weep for those that claim to know Him. The world calls us hypocrites. If we portray ourselves as perfect or beyond reproach, of better than...then they are right. Jesus must be disturbed when He sees one of us hurt the other. His love is so great...amazing. I have paid a price to tell you this. The price has been very high. Living for Him is not easy. I think that dying for Him would be easier. Only if I could comprehend s