Faith,  Fear,  Life,  Purpose,  Things I'm learning

Break the silence.

Broken.

The human race is sin-scarred and broken. I only realize it more and more as I get older, and it’s heartbreaking. When the latest news lights up the screen and the most recent tragedy is announced, I want to stand on the tallest building and scream, “THE ANSWER IS JESUS. TURN TO JESUS. PLEASE.” This world is hurting, this world is searching, and we have the answer. We have the Hope of the world. We have the Gospel. Why are we silent?

There has been an itch in my soul, a stirring and a drive that I have not felt in some time. I. Must. Speak. For years I have silenced my passion and my feelings in fear of offending someone, making someone hate me, or looking foolish. And I don’t know, maybe I’ve been out of my comfort zone enough now to know that it does not matter as much as I have always thought. Maybe God pulled me out of everything that was comfortable and easy to draw me in to Himself and re-ignite that passion in my soul, because He knows that we don’t often grow in the warm and comfortable places.

There is a battle in my heart, two voices that constantly war for my attention and devotion. There is the voice of fear that tells me that I am not smart enough, equipped enough, or skilled enough to be bold. That I am going to make a fool out of myself like I have so many times before. And there is the voice of boldness (or is it the Holy Spirit?) telling me to go. There is a voice that tells me to speak out. Fight for the truth. Get involved in that ministry. Study current issues, take a stand, get involved in discussions, don’t hesitate to bring up my faith. Stand up. Forget about myself and my comfort. Stop worrying about their opinion of me. This is not about me. This is about Him. This is about eternity. This is about good, evil, and the future of millions of souls. And I know the answer. Why. Am. I. Silent.

Why am I silent about the one thing that the world needs to know the most? Why am I silent when I hear His name dragged through the mud? Why am I silent when I see they are hurting and I know the Healer? Why am I silent when I hear the truth being distorted and ridiculed? Why do I keep it in? Because I am afraid of what they think? Because I am afraid that they will think I’m ridiculous? Because I decide in that moment that my pride and image are more important than the glory of God and the eternal destiny of their souls?

God forgive me.

Forgive us all.

I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines in comfort and mediocrity. This is about life or death. And our time is running out. Let’s pray for eyes to see the world through the eyes of the Savior who gave up his kingdom of perfection and his very own life to save a broken and rebellious world. He died for me, He saved me. I must speak of Him.

Look around you, look at your neighbor, your friends, your cousin, everyone you see. These are your people. They need to know your God.

Love them. Speak up. Stand up. Show up.

Let’s break the silence.


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