from Her.meneutics:
As we leave, my heart is heavy thinking of Ann’s unspoken past. Her table was laden with porn that she has been creating for years. Is she the one who might reach out for a listening ear via Heather’s e-mail address? I tell Heather how I feel, and she feels the same. I encourage her to return to Ann’s table, while I wait downstairs and dump my porno fliers in the garbage. She returns in five minutes. “I told her she was a beautiful woman, and that she ever wanted a listening ear, please contact me. Then she asked my name.”
We drive home, praising God for our conversations, thanking him that he knows the women’s real names. We pray he waters the seeds we may have planted and sends other Christ-lovers to these women.
On Sunday in worship, I picture the seraphim and angels surrounding the Lord as we sing in praise. I see all in bright white. My soul is full and feels clean as I sing.
The darkness has no place in the kingdom of God. I belong here, one of his people, his beloved sons and daughters, cleansed from all selfishness and sin. Tears stream down my face as I picture the faces of Ann, Kelly, Lisa, and others at the convention. I long for them to know the freedom and glory of belonging to this heavenly family.
As we leave, my heart is heavy thinking of Ann’s unspoken past. Her table was laden with porn that she has been creating for years. Is she the one who might reach out for a listening ear via Heather’s e-mail address? I tell Heather how I feel, and she feels the same. I encourage her to return to Ann’s table, while I wait downstairs and dump my porno fliers in the garbage. She returns in five minutes. “I told her she was a beautiful woman, and that she ever wanted a listening ear, please contact me. Then she asked my name.”
We drive home, praising God for our conversations, thanking him that he knows the women’s real names. We pray he waters the seeds we may have planted and sends other Christ-lovers to these women.
On Sunday in worship, I picture the seraphim and angels surrounding the Lord as we sing in praise. I see all in bright white. My soul is full and feels clean as I sing.
The darkness has no place in the kingdom of God. I belong here, one of his people, his beloved sons and daughters, cleansed from all selfishness and sin. Tears stream down my face as I picture the faces of Ann, Kelly, Lisa, and others at the convention. I long for them to know the freedom and glory of belonging to this heavenly family.
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