I have been having such vivid, powerful dreams lately. Last night, I dreamed that I was wading through hundreds and hundreds of suffering , dying children and animals. Some were dead, some were near death. Some were crying, some had lost hope and were silent.
Desperately, I began to throw as many as I could over my shoulders, scooping some into my arms, but I could only hold so many. I began to ask God which ones to save and plucked specific ones out of the piles and piles of suffering. Other people were grabbing things of monetary value around me, knives and beautiful collectible type things. I began to yell at them, "Save ones that are alive! Save ones that are alive!". They seemed unaffected by the cries. I saw people checking the suffering and tossing them aside in helpless inaction. I cried and wept as I pulled and carried as many as my body could hold towards what seemed like a border, the cries and suffering I left behind still ringing in my ears.
You may only be able to help a handful of the suffering, hungry, and fatherless, but together, we can affect an entire generation. Set down the material and the temporal you are chasing and grasping for and look for those who carry life , yet face suffering and death without your help. We can do this together, Church. A suffering, dying world waits for us to awaken to action.
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