The Point.

To be completely honest…I’ve been struggling a bit in my line of work.

Sometimes it gets to be so overwhelming seeing so much brokenness and

being witness to so many lives that have been left in shambles because of mental illness, drug abuse and violence.

A year ago I was working at a coffee shop. Customers frequently came in with a sense of entitlement about them.They would easily drop five bucks on a coffee and think nothing of it.

I became so frustrated working there. I couldn’t believe the arrogance of some people.They wouldn’t look you in the eye when ordering, or would bespeaking on their phone and would apologize to whomever they were talking to, as if having to speak to me to order was somehow an inconvenience.I’m not writing this to complain about how I was treated, because don’t get me wrong, there were some amazing people that I met there. Police officers, teachers, stay at home moms-all people that devoted their lives to other human beings.

I wanted out. I wanted to be doing something else. I was so discontent, I

spent many months frustrated because I couldn’t put words to why I was

feeling that way. But slowly it dawned on me that I felt such

dissatisfaction because I wasn’t doing what I was supposed to.

I want to help people. I want to meet the person that has been addicted to

meth since they were 12, and I want to tell them that there is freedom. I

want to know the woman who has been beaten to a bloody pulp by every man

she has known, and I want her to know that she is loved. That she is worth

something. This world is so broken, and sometimes, honestly, all I can do

is sit down and cry. My very core aches over the pain that sin has caused.

When I go to work, and I see people who have experienced things that

should leave them dead, I want to plead with them, I want them to know

Jesus. To know that life can suck. It can hurt and it certainly isn’t

fair. But…if you have Jesus then in the end…it will be okay. There will

never be complete peace in this lifetime…there will never be a point where

all the pain goes away. Memories can fade but that scar is still there.

But in Eternity with Christ… every cut and every bruise will

disappear.

I was looking at some photos yesterday…pictures of past and present

clients. Every single person in those photos had a certain look in their

eyes…one of weariness. These people have all had massive barriers to

overcome. Most of them probably don’t have many friends or family. They

have had to fight for their lives, to rise above the disdain that society

places on them. But…every person was also smiling. Just a moment of

happiness, when they are with us…they are cared for. They are loved and

accepted. And they know it. They don’t have to fight to be heard.

Looking at these pictures I was reminded why I am here. I am here to show

the love of Jesus.

So what I ask of you is this: please pray. Pray for me that I can continue

to have the strength to go to work and to share Jesus. To not be

overwhelmed by the current state of things. And I ask you to pray for

those that I meet, that they would hear what I have to say about Christ,

and that they would know that with Him, one day there will be peace.

Thank you.

Just.Sit. Still.

I feel like my attention span has gotten a lot shorter. I’ve started writing another post probably about 11 times but halfway though I will give up on it. My reasoning will either be that I figure what i’ve written is way too personal....or I just lose steam. Something else grabs my attention for a millisecond and that’s it. No more writing. But it’s not just with writing that I find I can’t sit still it’s with reading as well. My excuse for that is that I just haven’t found a book that grabs me. But that’s poor reasoning. I’ve started several books that are very interesting, I just can’t seem to get past the first 20 pages..okay it’s more like 10. Sad, I know. So why is this? When I ask myself this question my immediate response is, “I blame Facebook”. Yep. That’s exactly what trails through my mind. The devil made me do it. Except the devil in this theory is the oh, so addicting book of faces.

You don’t know it but I just took a three minute break from writing this to talk to my roommate....then I picked up my coffee cup and almost started drawing on it...and then I realized what I was doing and thought it might be better if I actually finish writing the blog about not being able to finish things. Phew. How was that for a run-on sentence? Ok...where was I? Oh, Facebook. Yes, it’s not just Fbook that has to do with this whole attention span of a gnat thing, it’s technology in general. Well...maybe society in general. Ok I know i’m about to sound like a grandparent who can’t figure out their email thereby condemning all technology to hell, but bear with me. We live in a world where everything is done in an instant. Access to the world is just the tap of a keyboard away...or a finger swoosh if you have an iphone.

Just this morning it took a near 15 seconds for my google page to load. 15 WHOLE SECONDS! And I got impatient. I kept hitting refresh because it was taking so freaking long. Guess what I was looking up...the weather. Yup. I could have gotten up, walked the 20 steps to a window and looked outside. But nope, I googled it.

At that moment I looked deep inside myself (ok, not that deep...just enough....it’s not like this is some life altering epiphany) but I just realized the absurdity of the situation. I rely on my computer for everything. Have a question? Google. What movie do I recognize that actor from? IMDB. What the heck is a Bot Fly? Youtube.(Which by the way, kind of makes me not want to travel.)

Anyway, I just feel like those movies that were made 25 years ago about the future and how robots will take over...I kind of feel like that’s coming true. We rely on getting information so quickly that we are losing the ability to sit down, focus and do things the “hard” way. Like doing research by cracking open a book. It’s like we can only focus in 15 minute increments.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the spelling of today....sorry, I just had a small rage blackout.

Anyway...let me end with a quote from the novel “1984”

“Don't you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it. Every concept that can ever be needed, will be expressed by exactly one word, with its meaning rigidly defined and all its subsidiary meanings rubbed out and forgotten. Already, in the Eleventh Edition, we're not far from that point. But the process will still be continuing long after you and I are dead. Every year fewer and fewer words, and the range of consciousness always a little smaller.”

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