CRY

It's a fun time of the year. There's more going on than any of us can possibly participate in. Yet there is extreme loneliness, loss, and pain entwined in everything. I don't desire to be focused on brokenness, but sobriety is a sacred attribute.

A generation is believing in anything, while a nation is failing to see power in anything.
Seeming success carries complacency, while comfort kindly ushers apathy.
And selfishness fuels every decision that anyone's making.
It'’s a torn world that we'’re living in, but we can package it neatly, watch me.
I just need a good nights sleep, some coffee, a better job, McDonalds, some alcohol, good sex, and some more sleep.
When will we cry for those who live rather than for those who die?
When will we care for those who are dead more than for those that are alive?
We sit neatly in rows, politely and quiet.
We elevate a man to entertain our ears.
We sit on our hands because it'’s safer than reaching them out to people we don'’t understand.
Cry for the church, cry for the souls, cry for redemption, cry for reconciliation!