Speak

We might talk more than we listen. 

It's easier to when we are standing at a distance. 

Searching for words to say seems to take the awkwardness away as we speak more than we know we should. We could do a lot more than chatter but then we would have to do something that matters. Because talk is cheap and actions speak louder than words. 

But who's got the time to really help? Shouldn't people just fix the problems themselves? 

God helps those who help themselves. Or at least that's what my grand momma always said. 

Well there's bodies on the floor. They're dead. Who's gonna speak for them? 

Black and brown. They all fall down. 

Who's going to say something for them? Another church burning. 

Doesn't that make your stomach churn? 

We're supposed to be the people of God, but it seems odd that we care more about our image than the One in whose image we are created. 

Cities are being destroyed. Families devastated. Children weeping. 

Who's going to speak for them? We have been called to more than just words. 

We have been called to serve. We have been brought here for such a time as this. 

No more arguing. No more bs. 

It's time to stand in the gap for those persecuted. 

It's time for the church to rise up to injustice. It's time for the church to care for the marginalized and disenchanted. We can't be afraid to help and serve. 

We can't be afraid to speak. We can't be afraid to act. 

We have to do. 

The church isn't a museum of saints. It's a hospital for sinners. 

We're all broken. We're all in need.

 But together in Christ we can be the people that we are called to be.