Psalm 10: 17-18
Oh Lord, you hear the desire of the meek; you will strengthen their heart, you will incline your ear to do justice for the orphan and the oppressed, so that those from earth may strike terror no more.
I was reading through the Psalms today and a common theme seemed to be coming to the surface... and that was just how much God cares for the lowliest... the most unlovable... the ones with the least to offer... the ones society forgot. And I began to wonder, how is it our hearts don't break for the oppressed every day? For if we truly are people who love the heart of God, our hearts would be pained by just the thought of each orphan, widow, prostitute, war victim, slave, refugee... each and every impoverished family and homeless soul. If we really adored the heart of God like we claim... we would be overwhelmed by the thoughts of each one of these people... because if we actually sought the heart, of God our pain for them would run so deep... it would move us into action... propel us into passion... throw us into inspiration like we never dreamed of before... because all of our pain, our deep rooted undeniable aches, would be born of an even deeper love.
How is it that we so quickly forget humanity?
How can we look into the eyes of another human being and not allow our souls to connect?
We are more than flesh and blood and organ and tissue. We are mind and spirit and soul and heart. Our passion, it kindles us to each other... in the simple exchange of a glance... and yet we are so blinded.
We cannot connect because we see not a person, but a body. We see the corpse but we never allow ourselves to see the light within... we never allow ourselves out of the lit room of our soul to see the blinding world around us... radiant with proclamations of light from each and every weary soul.
We are broken people... but it's the cracks that allow the sun to illuminate our beings... it's the cracks that allow us to see the light in the eyes of another... if we would only look...
If only we would see past the disconnect in our gaze and focus on the unity of the spirit. If only... if only we could chase the heart of God so fervently that in doing so... we'd run right into the light of the one beside us... we'd run right into the radiance pouring forth from every broken heart... every loosened tear... every torn hope... every fallen dream...
If only we could see...
We could never be the same
Because our eyes would take us to places untamed
Into the souls of the desperate, the unworthy, the unclean
Into the eyes of the ones crying out to be redeemed
Crying out, crying out hoping their last breaths are not in vain
That this rich man's God would welcome the insane
Because time is short and hope is waning
They have no dream and the light is fading
If only someone would see past their shame
Hold out a hand for the disfigured and maimed
Grasp the light before it is lost
See past the person and peer upon the soul it could cost
love this! totally resonates with my heart. Some days (not enough!) I cry for the orphans and widows and those ravaged by war and some days they barely cross my mind. what fickle hearts we have! reminds me of one of my fav hymns Come Thou Fount "prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love" We need to reel in our sin nature and renew our minds each and every day and sometimes each hour!! great thoughts Shelbs :)
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