My Son…You hold the power within you…The power to give life, the power to girdle one’s source for life.  The power to make one step out on the water or the power to flood another with paralyzing doubt.  The power to build a bridge, or the power to build a wall. But the power must first be realized before it can bring a anew.

You have the power to be truth in a world, and too often the church, that defines itself by its’ own lies.  The power to heal in the moment when a heart reveals its’ most tucked away of vulnerabilities.  The power to be the sound of those without tongue.  So, what will you say?

Beware, my son, the insecure one chooses to accuse another in an attempt to hide his own perceived inadequacies. May he be pitied as his own perceptions have poisoned his own well as he thirsts only for that which will parch. The strengths of others are seen as a bottomless source for resentment as they are not seen in him and don’t benefit his cause. Search for your security in that which will not fade nor wither.  So, strive to celebrate the strengths of others, and you will find rest. You will befriend peace.

The proud one believes he is the gift to humanity as the humble heart toils to carry the burden of who the Gift is intended for.  The proud’s words cut and thrive on the ears of the deaf.  His glory is only seen with his own eyes as it vanishes as quickly as it is perceived. His barren existence only watered by shallow words of no worth nor depth. But if only the proud man could see the water that lies below the surface, what would become of his desert?

Preacher man presented the truth at he read Micah 6:8.

He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
    And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
    and to walk humbly[a] with your God.

These are trying times, My Son. But where there is great dying, there is great opportunity for life. See through that which demands your eyes and let your faith lead as you lay your life down. Seek to understand the destitute, the refugee, the broken, the forgotten, as one cannot speak the language of the land one is not from. Defend not politics, but Truth as it will never change. Seek to see what is broken in you, so you may lay it down. Cry out to understand even though it may result in you walking away with more uncertainty. And fear apathy as it’s road is a mere circle.

My Son, you were made for life, so fear not the scar as they will come as you fight. As you fight your self in order to act justly, as you will be torn as you learn to love mercy, as you are healed, you walk humbly with your God.

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