We’re outcasts, outsiders who believe in a world we cannot see. In forces held in the heavens by a Being others deny exists.
We’re fluorescent pink in a sea of beige. A red flower growing in a bed of yellow.
We’re the voice crying out in the wilderness of darkened minds and shaking heads. Of hatred. “Make way for the Lord.” (Mt 3:3;Jn 1:23)
We hold our light high for the world to see, while they try with clawing fingers to snuff it out. They’ll fail. And fall. Because our light comes from a source that no man can reach on his own.
There’s only one way to it, one skinny path, leading through a field of thorns to the foot of a cross, bathed in the blood of a Man who died as a criminal to defeat the greatest power of all – death. And unseen from the people of his day, from the priests and populace who condemned him, He did defeat it and rose triumphant. (Jn 14:6;Col 2:15)
A man like no other, who followed no one, but drew everyone and loved anyone. Including those who hung him there.
“Go and do likewise.” (Jn 5:19)
Be distinct. Be definite. Leave no one guessing Whose you are, but stand in the center of an earth in conflict and dare to trust that the target on your back is, in fact, a shield powered by the greatest Source of all. Impermeable. Impenetrable. Unbeaten. (Eph 6:16)
Suzanne D. Williams