So why do I feel so burdened?
I'm not the one who's waiting for the "hero" to come.
I'm not the one who's lonelier with each new day.
I'm not the one abandoned and forgotten.
No, but he is.
He is... just like so many others, awaiting their hero.
So many others are unwanted, simply because.
Luck was not on their side... I guess. (if you believe in luck, that is)
The world is such a crooked place. So many get lost in the process.
As my daughter waited for the friendly cashier man to scan the ball she was purchasing, he struggled to scan the price tag, saying, "It's crooked, just like me". To that I responded, "we all are".
I know this is a stretch, but I picture the globe we live in in the same way.... just like that pretty ball my daughter was set on getting. Our beautiful earthly sphere wears this price tag that reads "crooked", and only God is passionate enough to remove that tag and save us from our crooked ways.
And although the sphere seems nice and smooth and beautiful on the exterior, there is so much corruption residing within.
Children are abandoned and left waiting for some one's return until it's too late.
And the pain blankets them at night. The shame shadows them at day.
When the sun sets, so does their hope....
Who will come for them? Who is passionate enough, as our Lord has been for us?
Who will go to them? Who will die for them?
My husband wants to. He is Martin's hero.
16 This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters. 17 If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person? 18 Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.