God, have mercy.

I’m screaming… screaming. I can’t stand this. I can’t begin to comprehend how Jesus must have felt with so many around Him not understanding or hearing a word He was saying. How hard to choose the way of the Father! I feel so small and insignificant in the midst of this downward spiral. I’m but a whisper in a hurricane. I have no words, only groaning and crying out: “Rend our hearts, God! Rend our hearts!!!” The state of things seems so overwhelming and so definitive. Everything screams, “Things will never change!” But they must… they must or so many will die.

Father, I trust you… I trust you because you’re a good Father. I choose now to believe your words… to believe that you are in control; that you are sovereign even over the wicked, even over the deceit of those who claim your name in word but deny you with their lives, even over the false messages being preached and taught. Oh, but how my heart breaks! How my soul in me turns over in despair for the ones being lost! For the ones being led astray! Anger and zeal burns within me towards those wicked and inflated men and women who are leading the masses astray, but Father have mercy on them! Father forgive them! Father, turn them from their ways! We are at your mercy, now more than ever… You alone are faithful… and You alone love, even to the end.