People haven't changed much in...
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People haven't changed much in 2,000 years. I don't know how we're ever going to be happy in heaven when we're so different from the angels. They rejoice more over one drunk rescued from skid row than over a thousand good church goers who don't feel any need for change. Somehow we need to become more like the angels before we join them in eternity.
Maybe this little poem will help. It is titled Poverty, by Haldor Lillenas, and it's from a book of his poems called Raking Leaves and Other Poems. (G. W. Genzier, Hay, Harmony, Hallelujah, CSS, 1974, p. 120).
If in my heart there is no love for those by sin defiled, and if I lose compassion for a wayward, wand'ring child; If I possess no strong desire to help him in his need, to lead him back to paths of peace, Then I am poor indeed.
If I have lost the tenderness, the grace I once possess'd, If I cannot appreciate another soul's distress; If I have not within my breast a willingness to feed the hungry multitudes of earth, Then I am poor indeed.
If I have not the strength to feel another's burden sore, If I am blind to all the needs that clamor at my door; If I am deaf to the cry of hearts that break and bleed, without the sympathy of love, Then I am poor indeed.
If I cannot appreciate the good in those I meet, if in my blindness I abhor the outcast on the street; And if my hard, cold heart desires to crush the bruised reed --then know that I have lost my wealth, And I am poor indeed.
If I have love for those who hate and fears for those who fall, if I have mercy for the one who loves me not at all; If I have patience with the one who holds another creed, a heart for all the wide, wide world, Then I am rich indeed.
I guess that says it all. That's what it means to "get lost" in spirit and to feel everlastingly grateful that we have been found by Jesus who wants to save every lost soul.
Maybe this little poem will help. It is titled Poverty, by Haldor Lillenas, and it's from a book of his poems called Raking Leaves and Other Poems. (G. W. Genzier, Hay, Harmony, Hallelujah, CSS, 1974, p. 120).
If in my heart there is no love for those by sin defiled, and if I lose compassion for a wayward, wand'ring child; If I possess no strong desire to help him in his need, to lead him back to paths of peace, Then I am poor indeed.
If I have lost the tenderness, the grace I once possess'd, If I cannot appreciate another soul's distress; If I have not within my breast a willingness to feed the hungry multitudes of earth, Then I am poor indeed.
If I have not the strength to feel another's burden sore, If I am blind to all the needs that clamor at my door; If I am deaf to the cry of hearts that break and bleed, without the sympathy of love, Then I am poor indeed.
If I cannot appreciate the good in those I meet, if in my blindness I abhor the outcast on the street; And if my hard, cold heart desires to crush the bruised reed --then know that I have lost my wealth, And I am poor indeed.
If I have love for those who hate and fears for those who fall, if I have mercy for the one who loves me not at all; If I have patience with the one who holds another creed, a heart for all the wide, wide world, Then I am rich indeed.
I guess that says it all. That's what it means to "get lost" in spirit and to feel everlastingly grateful that we have been found by Jesus who wants to save every lost soul.
