Popular Posts

  • The Verdict is in... for real
    At long last I have finally spoken to the publisher. For those of you who have kept up with my ongoing saga, I'm sure you are waiting in...
  • The Still Small Voice
    Don't you wish God would just tell us what he wanted for our lives? Don't you wish He just used a megaphone? Or write it in hierog...
  • Where does humility begin and end?
    I have been wrestling with the concept of grace and humility lately, particularly when is it an appropriate time to stop being graceful and ...
  • His community remembered him favorably
    The more research I do on John, the more I come to know and understand who he was. As most of you know, I am wrestling with why John was cal...
  • The gospel is a sales pitch
    I turned on the TV Friday  night just for some background noise. Soon, i heard the ever-catchy Men at Work song " Be Good, Johnny"...
  • If You are Going to Run a Marathon, You have to Put on the Shoes
    Good shoes. Lots of water. A comfortable outfit. These are just a few of things that are absolutely necessary to run a marathon. In fact, wi...
  • (no title)
     I sometimes feel like charlie Brown when I'm writing these posts. You know, the part where he sticks his head in the mailbox and says ...
  • Learning to Fish
    As I have been referencing the Apostle John for my book, I came across the first time we meet John in the gospel of Mark. " Mark 1:19-2...
  • It's all about percpective
    I was watching the show Undercover boss last night and it was interesting to see how the brothers,who are owners of 1-800-flowers, view thei...
  • The Verdict is In
    Well, the verdict is in on my book proposal. I finally got the courage to contact the publisher that has my book proposal. She got back to ...

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Harassed and Helpless

At 3 am this morning, I heard a desperate cry coming from the bathroom. It was my daughter, Leah, who was sick to her stomach. I'm sure any mother's heart who is reading this goes out to her. I know mine did, even though cleaning it up turns my own stomach. The reason why I felt for her because her cry told me exactly how she was feeling:alone, scared, unsure about what was coming next.
I'm sure that is how Jesus felt about those He saw around him during His ministry. " ... they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd."
Why don't we feel the same way about the people around us? Why don't we stop pointing a finger and start hearing their desperate cries for help?
My daughter was harassed and helpless last night. The people around us are too.
November 2009 at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)