HeartBroken

Andrea

I don't really want to write this. It's about pain, who wants to write about that.

Just your normal American Sunday morning: As the music to my favorite hymn began I was already overwhelmed with grace for what my Saviour has done for me,

"That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure"

who he been for me, and how his radical love has changed me.

"His wounds have paid my ransom"

That is how the service began. With on out pour of joy.

How could this kind of loved not be shared?

The message that day was on the tribulation, a lot of death, a lot of misery, and a call to be ready. I was so stunned by a pain in my heart for the lost that I could hardly breath. I sat here looking down as the drops fell on the flimsy pages foretelling the devastation of millions around the world.

If we really believe this, how can we just sit here?

I was quietly sobbing by the end of the message. I could barely hear through my thoughts some reference to being on the right team, and a reference to Tebow as people laughed and bantered at one another followed by the closing prayer. At this point I was borderline gasping, so I slipped out to avoid awkward stares.

How can I feel so deeply for people I have never met?

Because He has shared his heart with me. Something happened when I was eleven years old, I gave my heart to God, and He gave me his in return.

Why am I heartbroken? Because He is heartbroken.

This Christianity is a crazy thing. We're ugly, he can transform us, but it takes a heart transplant. He gives you life, then he asks for it back, and only in the continual release of our hearts, are we fulfilled by His. This often hurts.

I feel sometimes that I want to give it back. The odds seem so...depressing. 1 Billion Muslims. 3 Billion unreached people groups http://www.joshuaproject.net/ . So many who do not have knowledge of grace or abundant life in Him.

What breaks your heart?

(I really want to know)