Claustrophobic streets, tall buildings, chaotic noises from all directions, the concrete jungle is a cold place. Cars juxtaposition for coveted parking spots, statues stand proclaiming yesteryear. Cultural art claims the center square, the concrete jungle is full of lights, merchants and life.
The homeless roam, violence brews and lost souls search for pleasure. The cry of the heart is seen on their faces as they pass by, distracted by fleeing thoughts and plans.
Grace Draws Near
Grace draws near and looks at the city, He weeps in Luke 19:41. He has the the answer to broken hearts and broken dreams. Grace loves richly, He stops the merry-go-round. He loves the individual were they are. He draws them out in loving kindness ministering beyond their felt needs, into their absolute value.
Let’s go and pour out grace on our city, build the bridge to others, and grace will tear down the walls. Do not fear, grace is already abiding there doing the impossible work, where the lost are waiting to be found.
Ecclesiastes 11:1, 6 “Cast your bread upon the waters, for you will find it after many days. Sow your seed in the morning, and at evening let your hands not be idle, for you do not know which will succeed, whether this or that, or whether both will do equally well.” by Pastor Jason Moore