“Renee, that’s just the way it is. People don’t do that and won’t do that – no matter where you are. It’s the way it has been and it’s the way it will always be.”
I was told that this week. It stuck with me. The words tumbled, head-over-heels, through my mind – over and over again. What was it about them that bothered me?
Complacency. That was it: words of complacency; spoken to an anti-complacent person. Uh-oh.
Why should I just accept something that isn’t right? Why should anyone? Why do God-people shrug their shoulders at wrong things in silent resignation because that’s just the way things are? Isn’t that resignation a propagation of the untruth? The lies? The wrong?
I dream of a Christianity that buys the truth and stands. No matter how big or small the issue. I dream of a nation of God-people who see with the eyes of their hearts – with the supernatural empowering of the Holy Spirit. I dream of a sisterhood and brotherhood in the church, ignited with holy, furious, unwavering passion for the Truth – even when it blows the categories of generational tradition.
I don’t care how things have always been – I want to see things righted to how they should be, whatever that takes.
And I know it starts with me. What can Jesus do in my life?
He’s turning the soil inside of me. He’s burrowing deeper and deeper. I feel the pain as silent tears squeeze into the corners of my eyes. As I walk into my house, one evening, feeling great heaviness; contemplating. As I reach out, asking, Hear my dream?
I walked through the downtown, little-city streets of Meadville today. Quiet. Reflective. Praying silent, unspoken, heart prayers – the ones that beat with the rhythm of your heart, that tumble through your mind, that cry for release.
Hear my dream.
I hear His reply.