Little kids of all colors and ages, encircle me as I read from the book of Revelation like a bed time story.
I see myself with a dirty face, tattered clothing, and thin from lack of food. Countenance bright, eyes shining with Hope as I sit beside the rejected, abused, forgotten and lost ones. To be found watching and waiting for the Great and Terrible Day of the Lord with these ones. To live among them and share life with them....
I want to stand with the rescued, healed, restored and delivered ones. I want to be locking arms and holding hands with ex-prostitutes, murderers and thieves when Jesus splits the sky for all to see. I want to hear the cheer that erupts from the girl that was set free when she sees Jesus for the first time. I want to see the joyful tears of the man who was delivered when his eyes behold the King of Glory in the air... I want to feel the joy of the ones who overcame and finally see Justice coming to the earth for all their pain. What a day that will be!
I don't want to be found comfortable and unaware, I want to be in the midst of the fight, struggling to survive, clinging to the Hope found in my Redeemer Christ. I want to be fighting for the weak, and voiceless; caught red-handed loving the poor. I want to be in the midst of loving my enemies, honoring my husband, and in serving my children. I want to raise up my kids to know what is coming, that they would remain unoffended, and faithful to the end...
If I die before that day comes, I would call it success if I were mourned by the ones God gave me to serve and love: the enslaved, rejected, abused, forgotten, the ones that were once oppressed, afflicted and lost without hope. I want my closest friends to become the poor and needy, and be apart of them coming to know Jesus, finding wings, finding freedom....
I can't say enough...
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