The richness of unjust rampage
viewed from a platform
constructed of self-righteous stones
appears crimson.
Take heart!
Within the muddled spectrum
Light abides
and ever changes the hue from certain death
to life.
Red to White.
Hearts are changed in this way.
Hate becomes love.
And the view changes.
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I am struggling, Lord, to find any compassion in my heart for people who are unknown to me. I feel they have opened fire upon what is mine. What is Yours. Stealing. Maiming. Plundering and killing. Lord, I feel every strike made at their hands elevates them to a platform from which they feel invincible. And I find myself wrapped up in wanting the worst outcome for them. Lord, I know I am not created for this mischief. I know You did not design me to hold grudges. I know You are unhappy when I judge. Please help me. Please help our community. Please remind us, Lord, of Your supernatural ability to heal across all of our differences and allow tenderness to not be crusted over with the scars of evil events. Help me, Father, as I desire to think, behave, and reach out in a way that is glorifying of You. Father God, help me rise above this miry pit of pain and ugly feelings. Lift us all up so that we may continue in this spiritual fight, knowing that Victory is already claimed – that YOU have overcome this world. Give us strength. Give me the ability to see through glasses that are tinted by Your light, and not my desires for justice. You and You alone, Father, are able to take stuff like this and suit it up to bring a testimony that is Kingdom Building. Ever remind me of Saul, Lord, and the testimony you gave him. Let me remember this every time I want to write off the hands that pull the triggers, Lord. Thank you for what You have promised and for Your truth. Thank You for the hope we have in Jesus. Crimson dotted with light, Lord! Turn this place into your blinding spectrum of life!!
In Jesus’s name,
Amen
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