We finger paint with words. We try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.
Where your words are welcome, just as they are! (<–-Tweet this!)
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Meet & encourage someone who linked up before you.
OK, are you ready? Give us your best five minutes on:
I want to grow roots deep into the foundation of justice. It’s not enough to be aware of the things that should not be so. The things that cause moments of silence, and downcast eyes, and the “Oh, that’s such a shame, that’s so sad,” as we continue with our hearts blind to our responsibility.
It’s not enough to hear that this world is broken, it’s inhabitants withered and beaten by the atrocities that happen behind closed doors, in districts where red lights reside, in little girl’s innocent last moments, robbed, only to be replaced by despair.
It’s not enough to know that children go to sleep with protruding ribs encircling fragile bodies like cages that entrap and hold them prisoner to a life deprived.
It’s not enough to know that orphans long to be mothered, that the lost long to be found, that the broken long to be redeemed. That we all want to know that we are set apart with eternal purpose and value.
It’s not enough to frown and rant and claim injustice in the world as those bearing God’s own image are sold, tormented, and used. It’s not enough to wax poetic with my voice but do nothing with my hands.
It’s not enough to sit comfortably in my warm home, and ignore it. To say it’s not my calling or I just want to serve here.
Lord, that I would care. That I would brave. That I wouldn’t look at this world’s injustice as an obstacle too big or trial too large.
Lord, that I would meet Goliath on the battlefield and cry out in the name of my King and take my shot.