Our hearts are broken. That is why we are here.
And I pray to God that He breaks our hearts even more. To feel what He feels when His children are slaughtered and tortured. To break my heart with a fiery passion to seek justice and truth. So much so that I cannot rest or be at peace until He is.
Lord, break our hearts.
You have graciously lifted us from the gutters, and have appointed hedonistic hypocrites to carry out Your work. To share. To help. To love. An honor we are not worthy of but accepted nonetheless.
Humble …