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I pray that you would let these stories connect you. I pray that you would seek more than the instant world around you. I pray that you would tear down the buffers between yourself and poverty because buffers separate; buffers encourage numbness. I pray that the Lord breaks your heart over what you discover when you begin or continue to search to better understand the similarities that you have with people all over the world; they may speak a different language, be a different race or hold a different social status, but there is one thing that can bind us all:
“And above all these, put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.” (Colossians 3:14)
We didn’t choose love; Love chose us.
We have been loved freely. (Hosea 14:4)
Free: not without cost, but without hindrance.
So we must give it freely, whatever the cost.
Pick up your cross.
The cross was meant to kill Jesus, but it became the world’s greatest example of relentless love. Living love.
We all need love. We all thirst. We all search. We all have a common desire for love. In love, we can connect. Instead of drawing a line between us, we can draw a circle around us-with the cross at the center.
And you cannot imagine all the places you’ll see Jesus,
But you’ll find Him everywhere you thought He wasn’t supposed to go.
And hold all the mothers, whose babies bleed from bullet holes.
And feel all the hunger, the bellies and the bones.
Shout for the prisoner, cry for justice, loud and long,
And march with the victims, as Jesus marches on.
And sit at all the tables, ‘cause Jesus eats with everyone.
And dance to the music, if you can’t sing its native tongue.
And cry for the wombs, the mothers, and the empty arms.
And hold high the warriors, fighting now for freedoms’ song.
And love, love, love, love like it’s your own blood
Love, love, love, love as you have been loved.
-Dear Me, Nichole Nordeman