you haven't forgotten about moe have you?
the guy behind the counter of chevron where i
stopped for gas? out there somewhere i could
never find again. with the sad eyes and empty,
that out of thin air, i turned to him
and asked him if he knew Jesus and
you would have thought i'd punched this
tough, older, body-builder in the gut. i mean
he reacted as if i'd slapped him across the face!
no, he didn't believe in them
and NEVER would.
but after little songs,
and stories of how Jesus had
been faithful to me, and how
empty his life will continue being
if he doesn't know Jesus. and my
taking his hand and praying with him....
you haven't forgotten moe, have you?
because i'm counting on you to be praying for him.
counting on you to look and search for all the other
"moes" around you. to remember how broken we
are and how long broken people have been waiting
for us to come and help them to where Jesus is.
because no one else has. and if you do not under-
stand brokenness, well God will teach you. i've
lived with a piece of brokenness in me since i was
a very young child. and wounds hurt and love heals.
God's love. please don't forget. i need you to
help me in this tired, tilted, twisted world. and Jesus