Thursday, 16 June 2011

God with us

these were the ones left behind.
these were the ones used and abused... the ones this world couldn't care for.

but these were the ones who'd been redeemed, and i feel in love with that redemption.

"God is in the slums, God is in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house... and God is with us if we are with them".* i'm not nearly as rockstar as Bono*, but with these children it really did feel like rock 'n roll to sing out these songs. because here, everyday is Christmas. God is with us, Emmanuel.

and Truth is that He never leaves anyone behind, and He'll never use nor abuse nor curse.
He always takes care of those this world won't care enough for.
yes, He is with them and He is with us as we are with them.

I've been praying for the dawn, because my brokenness hasn't set down. My heart breaks with the suffering of the broken from Calcutta to Uganda. But between feeding the poor in villages and taking care of the sick in orphanages, every day is a prayer. Even in the tears that soak the sheets at night, every tear is a prayer. Every breath is a prayer, and I'm learning to live my life out like a prayer. And these days, this has been the prayer on my lips in the silent whispers and soundless screams:

Lamentations 2:19 Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of the night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to him for the lives of your children, who faint from hunger at the head of every street.

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