You live on a small planet where suffering is woven through all around you.
Don't forget. Please don't forget.
I can walk around filtering out the colors of light I prefer not to see.
I can leave "activism" to the "extreme people" and sacrifice to the missionaries.
Or I can recognize the radical call that it is to be Christ's. To be loved.
And live a life of compassion.
It's short, this life. Home's coming.
Meanwhile, I want to show pieces of it here,
and I want to clear out that which would distract me from the ultimate Beauty.
And that which would distract me from the imperfection of the war zone in which we dwell
for a time.
There is love. There is beauty. There is Beethoven's 5th, and there are twinkling lights, and there is the sweetness of real companionship. There is rest. Thank you, dear and tender Lord, for all your artworks.
But dear ones, there is war, as well. May the beauty and the love be our weapons in the battle;
may we leave our baby-comforts and walk out to meet those with no comfort at all.
We are loved, so loved, by our Maker and Purchaser. He came in and sat with us.
Let's go out and sit with them. And fight for the beauty
they don't even know they have.
Please help me stay clean, streamlined and simple. Please help me live love, and please help me know Jesus.
I'll help you too,
if you want.
