Do you know anyone who is living that does not bleed if cut? I don't. We all bleed. What I am saying is that none of us is impervious to pain. Some of us can handle more than others, but we all have a point where we bleed. Are you aware of those around you who are bleeding? Do you offer a tourniquet or a band aide? Are you the cause of the wound? How aware are we of what others are going through or of what we cause others to go through? How many of you respond?
A lot of people are struggling day to day, sometimes minute by minute. People are struggling to put food on the table and keep a roof over their heads. They're struggling to keep a stiff upper lip and hold onto hope. They're struggling to stay silent in a world that is goading them to scream. They are struggling to be heard in a world that has gone deaf, dumb, blind, and cold hearted. Some are struggling to not feel lonely in a world that tells them they have 233 friends. We are all struggling, but sometimes people begin to bleed, that is, to lose the life force that keeps them going. They cry out for help but aren't being heard. Some people can't handle blood. They can wipe snot from your nose and blot your tears dry, but you might have to go elsewhere for stitches.
Even the strongest of us have days, sometimes weeks and months, when we need strength, encouragement, friendship, love. Those people that freely and frequently offer up these things to you are no different. Do you offer an ear or a shoulder? I often wonder about people who commit suicide, become homeless, are committed, or who become criminals. I wonder if they ever cried out for help but weren't heard. I started working with youth after shootings at schools became an epidemic. I was convinced that if these young people had someone to whom they could unburden themselves or from whom they could seek advice, these tragedies could be averted. I still believe that. I believe it's true for adults too.
I know my Father the Mighty King is always here for me, but I also know He put us here for each other, to serve each other. Service can be as simple as caring. Caring can be as simple as asking one little question, "How are you feeling," and then actually listening to the answer. We are all connected and we should get in tune with each other to know when one of us is bleeding. We all bleed. We should all be nurses to one another.
A lot of people are struggling day to day, sometimes minute by minute. People are struggling to put food on the table and keep a roof over their heads. They're struggling to keep a stiff upper lip and hold onto hope. They're struggling to stay silent in a world that is goading them to scream. They are struggling to be heard in a world that has gone deaf, dumb, blind, and cold hearted. Some are struggling to not feel lonely in a world that tells them they have 233 friends. We are all struggling, but sometimes people begin to bleed, that is, to lose the life force that keeps them going. They cry out for help but aren't being heard. Some people can't handle blood. They can wipe snot from your nose and blot your tears dry, but you might have to go elsewhere for stitches.
Even the strongest of us have days, sometimes weeks and months, when we need strength, encouragement, friendship, love. Those people that freely and frequently offer up these things to you are no different. Do you offer an ear or a shoulder? I often wonder about people who commit suicide, become homeless, are committed, or who become criminals. I wonder if they ever cried out for help but weren't heard. I started working with youth after shootings at schools became an epidemic. I was convinced that if these young people had someone to whom they could unburden themselves or from whom they could seek advice, these tragedies could be averted. I still believe that. I believe it's true for adults too.
I know my Father the Mighty King is always here for me, but I also know He put us here for each other, to serve each other. Service can be as simple as caring. Caring can be as simple as asking one little question, "How are you feeling," and then actually listening to the answer. We are all connected and we should get in tune with each other to know when one of us is bleeding. We all bleed. We should all be nurses to one another.
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