Lord have mercy

“It helps, now and then,
to step back
and take the long view.
The kingdom is not only beyond our
efforts,
it is beyond our vision.

We accomplish in our lifetime only
a tiny fraction of
the magnificent enterprise that is God’s work.
Nothing
we do is complete,
which is another way of saying
that the kingdom always
lies beyond us.

No statement says all that could be said.
No prayer
fully expresses our faith.
No confession brings perfection.
No pastoral
visit brings wholeness.
No programme accomplishes the church’s mission.
No
set of goals and objectives includes everything.

This is what we are
about:
We plant seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already
planted, knowing that they hold future promise.
We lay foundations that will
need further development.
We provide yeast that produces effects beyond our
capabilities.

We cannot do everything
and there is a sense of
liberation in realizing that.
This enables us to do something,
and to do
it very well.
It may be incomplete, but it is a beginning, a step along the
way,
an opportunity for God’s grace to enter and do the rest.

We may
never see the end results,
but that is the difference between the master
builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders,
ministers,
not messiahs.
We are prophets of a future not our own”

As usual, there is a bunch of yelling and screaming out of our window. I am sitting in the living room and hear a mom screaming at her kids. Normally its moms screaming obscenities at her kids “get your f****** asses over here” “what the f*** is wrong with you” “ill kick your mother f****** ass so hard” “are you f****** stupid?” and so on and so fourth. Not only that but they scream things at them that make these kids feel like dogs i imagine. there is no way in hell a normal or functional human being will come from these children because of the way they are being brought up. maybe not all. maybe i should have more hope then that. but i don’t. not today. and thats mostly a product of my experience in franklinton. it doesnt matter if these kids are still in (dirty) diapers and unable to talk yet. a lot of them are. and that is what they are experiencing and hearing before they form their first words.

i want to blame these moms and ask them if they realize what kind of person they are bringing up by acting the way they do. but its not entirely their fault. their moms most likely brought them up that way and theirs moms moms brought them up. and these kids are going to be moms just like her and when does it stop? and how does it stop? its hard to be hopeful and positive watching this kind of violence out your window all the time.it feels  like the most we can hope for are continued positive, gentle, and loving interactions with the kids so they realize that not everyone is so angry. if these kids are never reminded of their worth, or their beauty, or their humanity what hope is there for them? i can hardly stand the thought. and the cycle goes on.

the screaming mom outside our house just now, dragging her 2 year old down the sidewalk, had a gun holstered to right hip.

lord have mercy. christ have mercy.

send help.

ashley

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s