As we approach the Christmas Season, some thoughts on what it means to be lost, and then found. I was touched after reading Ilana Simons' story of the Refugees in Greece, "Talking With Refugees", but it left me lost, angered and heartbroken...what does one do when you come up against these thousands of people who are treated with disdain, ignorance, and hate? We have no common language and understanding...Ilana did the best she could.
Hearing the clock tick...tick...tick…time is passing by days and months...too fast...it is a prequel to the dissolution of peace on earth; Christmas, a season to find love, happiness, to worship and see friends and family...but where do they go without a home, and country...the refugees around the world who are lost without a voice? How do we listen? How do we hear a voice without the language skills of communication?
Torment is alive and well, taking person after person off of this planet...one by one we destroy humanity. What language do we use? What steps and involvement will our governments finally take? How do we find and hear the lost?
“I Once Was Lost, But Now Am Found” Isaiah 53:6; Luke 15:1-10
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