I stare at the computer screen and sigh. Why can't I find the words to express what I feel? I read things, and I know I disagree, and I know there is a reason, I just don't know how to tell you what that reason is./p
pPeople mock my religion. They think it odd that I worship a man who died around 2000 years ago. They think it's strange when I tell them He was more than a man and that He rose again. They argue./p
pAnd somehow in the jumble of emotions and words the central idea is lost. The main reason for my faith is skimmed over, or is made out to be a lie by my own words. All I want is too tell people about a love far beyond any that they have ever experienced, an impossible love that is somehow possible, an irresistible love that they somehow seemed determined to resist, an amazing grace that none deserve that is offered to all. /p
pI want to tell them that this love beyond reason comes from God. I want to tell them how it can transform and heal a heart. Instead I argue over supposed "errors" in the Bible with people who are determined to discredit it. Or I joyfully point out errors in their arguments to boost my own position./p
p Oh God, when will I realize that this faith you have given to me does not require me to defend it? When will I be able to think before I say, to look beyond the words that are said and hear what the person is actually saying? God it is not my job to convict people, only You can do that. Help me just to tell others what You can do, and about Your amazing gift that you offer to us all, sinners though we are./p
pLord, I wish to tell people that my faith is not illogical, that there is more scientific evidence for Christianity than any other religion in the world. I want them to understand that it is not a faith for children, something to be outgrown and discarded with Santa Claus. My desire gets me carried away and I end up defeating the purpose for which I started./p
pLord, why do You, being perfect, have such patience with us? How can I even begin to understand Your love, That You, All-Powerful God, would die for the likes of me is overwhelming. Thank You Lord, from the depths of my heart. /p
pYou made us a beautiful paradise from scratch, and what do we do? We mess it up. You give us so many opportunities to tell others about You, and what do we do? Nine times out of ten we mess up. Thank you Lord that you are sufficient when we are not, thank you for the land of second chances that we live in./p
pLord, help me to communicate that the time is short. Help me to reach people for You. Thank you for being the Healer of our souls, the Great Comforter of our pain. /p
pleftAmen/left/p
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Centeri"All who are thirsty, all who are weak,
Come to the fountain,
Dip your heart in the stream of life.
Let the pain and the sorrow be washed away,
In waves of His mercy.
As Deep cries out to Deep,
We sing come Lord Jesus, come."
