Behold
Are you afraid
because it would ask you to be
vulnerable?
And in that
vulnerability
you fear you'll be ripped to shreds?
That walking through those doors means
you'll meet with
humanity:
the kind within yourself,
the kind within others.
It's the humanity that kills you;
that pushes you farther away;
that waves to you at a distance,
beckoning,
telling you this is
home
but you won't believe it.
Were they not kind to you?
How did they tear you through?
So much so that you'd refuse even
a friend's hand into the
blue.
What have they done to you?
That nothing, not even the words of an
omniscient Savior
would persuade your
mind mangled
with doubt;
with fear.
To even come near and hear
the truth.
Is it hard to face?
How long must He chase
until you finally break down
exhausted?
He wants you,
but it's still your choice. Do you
risk your fear of people for the
hope of radiant
love?
For the warmth of a
soft hand
and a
soft word.
What darkness has kept you
from seeing
light beyond brokenness?
It won't be perfect.
It will get messy.
But will you weigh the cost?
How far will you
wander lost without guidance?
With only your own mind navigating a
world beyond your comprehension?
Break through these
tensions
and pass the threshold.
Dig through the dirt and find
gold.
Breathe in, brother, and
behold.
