Do not be over-zealous, dear thumb or finger that noiselessly scrolls down your newsfeed; do not be over-anxious nor over-eager to dismiss souls whose sighs to you plead: Love me, one says; Think of me, another cries. Yet hastily, speedily, downward you go, tracking a bottomless pit where your hope lies -- an empty hope that grows into a fierce foe waging war against your relational purpose to embroider the lives of others like Dorcas. So, stop. Pause. Spot a name. Linger a while and pray and encourage and help someone smile.
Posted on: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 12:32:00 +0000