Angels Weep And So Should We
Angels weep, while human eyes are dry and hearts are closed to pity. COL 192.
Try to imagine what it must be like to be an angel. You find your greatest joy in serving your Creator and perfect harmony and bliss reign in that glorious city. Looking down upon the little speck known as earth, you see darkness, quarrel, and a sinfulness so great that it pains you to behold it. You see suffering to an extent that it breaks your pure and holy heart. Imagine that you are looking down from heaven one day and see a family where the wife and children get abused, and the fear and daily quarrel has extinguished every trace of sunshine. You look around a little more and see a teenager who has taken the wrong road and has ended up in drugs and a degraded lifestyle. That's not it though. You keep looking and see millions of starving children, young girls sold into prostitution, and wars that tear families apart. You see school shootings, bullying, loneliness, suicide and so much more. You can hold back the tears no longer and you weep at the sight of a world that lives in such depravity and sin. You weep at the sight of the suffering and needless pain. Suddenly you remember that there is a group of people on earth who call themselves Christians. They claim to follow the Risen One whom you worship. You look around in hopeful anticipation to see what they are doing to relieve the suffering and to bring hope to the hopeless. You look around and see a few faithful ones here and there who labor unceasingly for the cause of their Master, but unfortunately you see many more who live merely for self and who have hardened their hearts to the cries of the suffering. Your holy heart can't understand how people who know Jesus can live so contrary to His character.
Don't they hear the cries? Don't they realize that they have a hope that can save the world? Why do these people live as though this world is all there is? Where is the spirit of Jesus, Who was willing to give up His own life to save sinners?
I don't know about you, but I know that I often fall short of my high calling. What am I doing to bring hope to the hopeless? How much time do I spend on temporal things instead of storing up my treasures in heaven?
Oh heavenly Father, please break my heart for what breaks Yours, and make me a beacon of light for You.
Use me is my earnest plea. May my eyes not be dry and my heart not closed, but rather let my heart be broken for a world in need.
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