The tension is often spoken visually. Right and wrong, pain and glory...
Deep within the heart of a person who is pressing into the love of God is a voice that often finds difficulty expressing itself.
It shifted me this morning...and God began to speak.
It started oddly enough with an image I had seen of a building explosion last night on the news. It turned to be a large strip club and emergency workers were saying it was an act of God that it exploded at 5:30pm...after the daycare center right next to it had closed for the day. No children were hurt...
Really?
Sex was plied day in and day out right next to the center. Both were open side-by-side day-by-day.
While parents were dropping off children in one building to learn and thrive the children of other parents were being used for sexual gain and exploitation.
I wonder if any kid asked about the signs on the building next door, or if the parents ever thought about what they were doing, or if the zoning board felt it odd, or the city who made money off of sex...
Sick and enraged I found myself guilty of not doing anything. I had given up my sense of power. I had denied God in my life...
Who is powerful in this age?
Forbes just told us that Lady Gaga wields more power than the Queen of England.
So I prayed..and God led me to the Duck Farmer.
He refused to sell his property. He alone stood up.
He looks very odd...his move is in the middle of the highway now. It will be a dangerous place to live when the highway is opened. How will he get out? How will be sleep? Will his house get hit?
The duck framer reminded me of the power I yield.
I am a mighty warrior of God, just like Gideon (see Judges 6). I refuse to live in a wine press while invaders steal my children and take my land.
We all are stirred when we see a single person standing in the way of evil.
Aren't we called to do the same?
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