do something.

Hello City of Vox,

I haven’t posted for so long, you must think there is something wrong.  Could I have fallen away from the dream, I have given up the fight it may seem…

I took retreat for quite a While, to gather my thoughts about how we defile, the Word of our Lord by not living it out, obedience is the call it seems we can’t shout. 

Walking the line of the traditions of men, I don’t want to “do church” that way again.  So I’m still, I reflect, I wait and I pray, that fresh wind a fire breath into my day.  As I listen to Barry, Archie, Eric, and Alan tell stories of addiction, oppression, and saddness, I gleam to the picture of a man and a dream of a world where the last shall be held in high asteem, but I can’t make sense of my contridictions, I must pay my mortgage, educate my daughter, and smile for family pictures.

Will anyone care if I spend time with the needy?  My family has only modeled what it means to be greedy.  I wilt, I weep, I want to give up, but you said it won’t be easy if you drink from my cup.

As I inhale the world and recycle its method, I exhale a dream of love that just might get me arrested.  So I listen and I connect this dream to the few, who might catch the vision and consider it true.  We are not here to sing songs and talk about Jesus, but to reach out and touch the fogotten and beaten, the women and children and men of a nation, who have been sold a lie on every TV station.

My journey is patience I have much to learn, so I listen and pray and think and yearn.  Connected we are by the thread of redemption, steps of faith we must trust as we march to the mission.

Loving God, loving people is the beat of my heart, learning what it means to become less is the new canvas of my art.  I have been taught to interpuret, so I don’t have to mean it, but I don’t care anymore I want people to believe it.

So here is my cry, HELP! I need Jesus.