Unveiling Heart

  I saw a leper, maggots eating at his flesh, wounds no longer inflicting pain, just quietly degrading what remained. I was disgusted by the sight, kept looking away as I passed by, wondering if there was a worm of apathy eating away at my heart — so I no longer feel another’s pain, or even my own, while numbing myself through comfort and pleasure. Yet there is a Love divine that could not watch from a distance. He took my apathy, my leprosy, my curse, my disease. He bore the judgment and the mockery on the cross, gladly suffering pain so that love would not die. He rose again to make dead hearts alive. And the Spirit makes an appeal today: when you see one like you suffer, do you care — or cower? Loving can hurt. It can cost you your life. But is it not better to lose your life for another than to keep yourself alone, growing cold and numb? What you gain here, you keep here, while losing eternity. But if you gain a heart of flesh that cares for another, you gain eternity — a life ...

  Plagued by rejection and trauma, the body keeps the score, replaying the thoughts of everything that broke you as if it were not enough — it chooses to dwell there, imprisoning and binding itself to those wounds till your body freezes, paralyzed and haunted by memories. Is there no escape? Is there no remedy? A still, small voice makes an appeal: Ascribe to God the glory due His Name. Ascribe to God the glory — now, when I am trapped in these thoughts? Again, a whisper: Remain in His love. How do I remain in His love when these memories haunt me? I hear You saying, For God so loved the world… Take a minute. Bask in this truth. For God so loved the world, for God so loved me, that He gave His only Son. When I feel the world has taken, God loved me — and the world — and gave His only Son. First it was personal. Then suddenly hope arose — not just for me, but for the world: That whoever believes shall not perish but have eternal life. Help me believe. Help us believe. For a generati...

  Kaynaat ka Baadshah Duniya me aaya Pāk Rūh se Maryam mein samāya Sab jagah bhari hui thi, Koi kamra nahin tha khāli. Memnoṅ ke beech paida hua Khuda ka Memna Gunāh se hum the gumrāh, Lekin Khudā ki mohabbat Humāre liye thi itnī gehri Ki bhejā apne mā‘sūm bete ko usne Beta banā Memnā humāre khātir, Qurbān hua humāre gunāhoṅ ke khatir. Maut bhi use rok na paayi Qabr se Woh phir hua zinda Mohabbat ke khaatir Gumrāhoṅ ko ghar dene Aaya Khuda Ab Pāk Rūh se hum mein samaane Suno woh dastak de raha hai Kya humāre dil ka kamra hai khālī?

You knit me together with Your hands in my mother's womb. You bent down and breathed Your breath into me. You wrote all my days when there were none. You placed me in a garden, Gave me all I needed for this life. You set before me the tree of life. But when the wild creature began to speak to me— Lying, deceiving, whispering That You did not care for me— Your voice I did not seek. I gave in to deception And ate the fruit of lies That separated You and me. Yet You came looking for me, Calling, “Where are you?” I tried to hide and cover up, But You still pursued me when I was afraid. You asked, “Who told you you were naked?” Ashamed and still hiding, I blamed another, And he blamed the creature. You promised that one day Your Son Would strike the creature. Yet even then, You sacrificed and covered me with Your love And sent us on a journey. We kept growing, but the distance remained— Not only from God But from each other. Anger, hatred, jealousy, bitterness— The wild things entered o...

  Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart. Each moment, each day, move into this heart that desires everything besides You. Yet You are patient and relentless in Your pursuit of me. Help me see that all I wait on pales in comparison to You. No companion is like You— steady, steadfast, and faithful. They leave at the sight of storms and the pleasures of life. All approvals are so fleeting. But help me see You have etched me in the palm of Your hands for eternity. Yield my soul to this love— faithful even when I am not. Unchanging and eternal is His love, even when my heart wanders to lesser loves that empty me and leave me wasted. Even all the riches have nothing on You— here today and gone tomorrow. You, Heaven’s King, emptied Yourself on the cross for me, knowing fully well my wavering and wandering ways. Oh, what love is this—so amazing— that You took my place for transgressing against a King so holy, so mighty, yet tender toward the weak like...

  What do you do when you wander aimlessly, and the fire you once carried has been quenched? When you are misunderstood — even by your own — rejected and cast away. When you feel lonely and isolated, as though you don’t belong or cannot truly connect. When deep inside you feel empty and spent, tired, yet moving from one day to the next. When your past mistakes haunt you, when an enemy constantly attacks and never backs down, when a world relentlessly tempts you and whispers that you are not enough. When your thoughts, meant to be a friend, become a foe instead — haunting you with a past that stains your heart a scarlet red. Meet me, Great I Am, in my wandering through this wilderness as You met Moses. Transform my “I am’s.” Where the mundane turns to musing, and despair turns to delight. Where wandering turns to wonder, and wilderness turns to worship. Show me a bush burning, yet not consumed — reminding me that You have interwoven Your life and breath into mine. All the fiery tria...