tears from the saints

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[My friend, if you cannot see over or much less tear down your wall, perhaps you aren't meant to do it alone.]



We are a family of a gargantuan number. We have our brothers and sisters dying from a lack of hope while we sit and proclaim that we are God's faithful children. Love is perverted by the media and men who make their living by selling the one's they're suppose to be cherishing.


What is it going to take for us to understand? Will it take more extremists smashing airplanes into buildings? Is it going to take more orders to fly our planes over there to kill their people, innocent or not?

Last time i checked, knocking on your neighbors door and buying lunch for Leroy from the corner of 5th and Main didn't have to be instigated by a life-altering predicament. For whatever reason, our society has decided that mass death and tragedy is a fitting catalyst to start loving each other.


at least for few months... until the shock of the towers falling becomes old news, and the acts of love quickly become shooed away by our business of life. Because our lives are far to important to jeopardize by truly helping someone else.

It makes me sick that Christian America finds so easily what needs to be done to progress their own holiness, but so easily overlooks and neglects the ones suffering down the street.

The churches are not steping up to the plate,
So now we as the church will.

Father, we will lead them home.