What is the real condition of humankind?
What is the real character of God?
Is it possible to love and be damned? Is it possible to kill and be forgiven?
Is it possible to preach the Gospel without squeezing everyone's foot into cheap Nikes? Plastic. Made abroad in sweatshops. Is this the best we have to offer?
Sometimes I am tired of materials. Relieved, a little, that I wear socks with holes and clothes from both grandmothers and Elisabeth Elliot. It's a lipstick economy. I take that back - a tinted lip balm economy. Five dollars to feel pretty. Someone could eat on that for a week. I used to, with a few basics at home.
What makes me think people need art? Is it because I need art? Could I even live without music? I would learn. If I were blind, I would become a masseuse and a voice actor. And really play the guitar. Like water, not like candy. Help me live already.
Don't let me wait around for love. Don't let me shop for it, and consult my list. Help me live it and recognize it and multiply it and not give up when the world is overwhelming. "Make straight Your way before me." (Ps. 5) I can make war without even getting out of bed. I can pray for people I've never met. I can teach the birds to come to my hand. I can get there by foot, starting now.
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