Friday, June 19, 2015


And you, son of man, do not be afraid of them or their words. 
Do not be afraid, though briers and thorns are all around you and you live among scorpions. 
Do not be afraid of what they say or be terrified by them, though they are a rebellious people. 
You must speak my words to them, whether they listen or fail to listen, for they are rebellious. 
But you, son of man, listen to what I say to you.
Ezekiel 2:6-8

Somewhere there is a family awaiting the good news of a birth.
Somewhere there is a family mourning the loss of a child.
     Or a mother, father, grandparent
Somewhere two little girls are pinkie-swearing to be best friends forever.
Somewhere there is a little girl, or little boy, being held for the highest bidder.
Somewhere a hymn is raised.
Somewhere a bible is ripped apart and thrown away.
Somewhere, hands are held, all colors, all sizes, all textures, held in sacred prayer.
Somewhere, a man is shaking, from fear, from exhaustion, from anxiety,
     because he's seen too much, done too much, been too much.
     Too much.
Somewhere a lullaby soothes and a mother rocks, and a baby sleeps.
Somewhere a gun is loaded.
Somewhere a church service, a bible study, a worship team meets.
Somewhere worlds collide.

Oh God, help us find common ground. Help us listen. Somewhere.

Linking with 5-Minute Friday


  1. This is so beautiful- Amen!!! Help us Lord to find common ground. I loved this!

    1. Thank you, Heather. Thanks for visiting and thanks for the encouragement and validation. I hope you have a great week.


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