I received this poem after hearing of another young girl allured by the wickedness of child sex trafficking. I wondered if this was my own emotion so initially I deleted my first attempt of posting this message. However, I felt the Lord scorned me a few days later at my choosing what to post and what not to post. This is His heart cry my friends. I love the authentic body of Christ but often I have felt the heartache of the Lord in that which we focus upon…”. His church…His disciples were voices always fighting against injustice and bringing truth in a time that would most often end in death. Today, we fight for little and remain silent when the Esthers of today are being called before Kings to save a perishing people. Where is our time spent, our money spent? Are we supporting ministries fighting against injustice….do we even recognize injustice anymore? Do we have any thought to the need of the widow and orphans in our midst? It would seem according to scripture these were foundational elements of the early church. As I was drying my hair this morning, a sentence came to my mind…”When a light is kept within the walls, it is likely a counterfeit light…for the Light of Christ goes and makes disciples of the nations.” Most often nations translates to people. There comes a point when we will have to decide whether we will become disciples…..or merely remain students…

 

I’m seething with anger
At another child gone
Captured by men
Missing and lost
Children abused
Abandoned, misused
All while we sit
Just sit in our pews.

 

I’ve counseled so often
Women forlorn
Kept in their silence
Afraid and scorned
Suffering quietly
Of hidden abuse
All while we sit
Just sit in our pews.

 

I’ve watched as the multitudes
Leave from our walls
Vowing to never
Be a part of it all
And while we’ve been called
To leave the ninety-nine
We leave still the one
Bleeding at night.

 

I wonder how much longer
Christ will resist
The anger that’s burning
For all of the kids
For His love is fierce
And He will defend
And what will we answer
For all of our sin?

 

It’s time for the Saints
To lock arm in arm
Weep at the altar
For those who’ve been harmed
To bombard all of Heaven
Till cries reach the throne
Calling for our children
To be released and come home.

 

It’s time to rise now
And defend what is right
While calling to account
All that’s mere pride
For while we are gathering
And while we do muse
Many are disappearing
While we sit in the pews.

 

It seems we have washed
Our hands of His work
For it matters not
Unless our home is struck
Let’s all do get honest
And ask as we pray
What am I really defending today?

 

Our churches have built up
A large following
But Jesus is in another
Direction I believe
And while we have polished
Our programs pristine
The hurting and helpless
Find love through the enemy.

 

So I can no longer
Quietly sit back
Making excuses
For what we now lack
While many are stolen
Suffering, or abused
While we here just sit
Sit in our pews.

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November 29, 2017

His Mission….Our Mission:
Isaiah 61