Thursday, July 9, 2015

I wrote this while in New York on a five-week-long mission trip. One night a group of us gave pizza to some homeless young adults and spent about an hour talking with them. It really hit me hard how indifferent they all were to their situation and they did not want or believe in anything more than the here and now. Since then, God has laid it on my heart to listen to these people and to show them His love so that their hearts will long for a relationship with Him and know that He can do incredible things, if only we let Him.

It Is What It Is 

They sit in the street
Eyes vacant
And minds numbed.
Their hearts search and wander
Within unmoving bodies
And their dirty hands hang limp,
Draped over their knees.

One picks at a guitar
And rasps out a story
Of rail cars, wet nights, and lost loves.
His mouth curves down
At our questions
As he pointedly recounts a history.

Passion bubbles at the surface
But is quickly dispelled
Once he realizes what has been said.

How can someone still their heart
To merely a faint whisper?
How can someone hear
The mention of hope
And not crave it?

Comfortable in their indifference
And the belief that “it is what it is”.

“Life is a season.
Death is coming.
It is what it is.”

No thought given to eternity.
Only a slight consideration given to tomorrow.

God, open their eyes.
Disturb them, o Lord
To dare more boldly
To dare to ask “what if”
To wonder
To seek
To find.
Move their hearts
So their feet can’t stay still.
God, save them.


"Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine"
Ephesians 3:20