The One Friday, November 18, 2011

Many of us can say that we were 'the ONE' in the same shoes as the young believer who wrote this striking poem.

I was THE ONE to go to church, every Sunday and Wednesday too. I was THE ONE to sit in church and think I was a better Christian than you. I judged you when you were wearing makeup, I judged you when you cut your hair. I'm THE ONE who judged you for the places you were going and knew I was to good to go there. Then one day the deceiver came upon me, and told me a bunch of lies. I followed him so blindly it seemed like nothing could hear my cries. I'm THE ONE who did every single thing wrong, that I judged everyone for. I drank, I cursed and I wore short skirts and I did a whole lot more. The enemy had me so far down, I didn't know what to do. I went back to church broken and hurt, wanting a kind word from you. When I went the people gave me lofty glances, and only ONE person shook my hand. I felt like I was invisible, like I came from a different land. The people who were once my friends, just stood there and faked a grin. I felt so broken and alone, will not anyone welcome me in? I felt like I was hopeless, I felt a longing so deep. I felt all the cold stares and turned shoulders. Can someone wake me from this sleep? Can I find ONE person Lord, that will reach out to me? ONE person Lord who will help me out of this drifting sea? Maybe ONE with a friendly smile, wave, or hug: or a "God bless you." ONE with a burning desire to reach out to me or say "God loves YOU too!" ONE to tell me I am not hopeless, One to say your not alone. ONE to say I'm praying for you, can't wait 'til you come home. ONE to say "your on my heart" I am lifting you up in prayer, and if you ever need to talk just call and I'll be there. ONE day I was praying to find ONE friend so true, and when I thought all hope was lost. God reached down and sent me YOU. You told me you were thinking of me, you told me I was on your heart. You told me that you loved me, and that made me fall apart. I told you I wasn't ready, to come back to God. But, you kept on loving me anyway, I found that very odd. I tested you by not responding, but in my silence I felt hope! I felt the Love Of God shine through someONE had thrown me a rope! Could there be someONE there who loves me no matter what I have done? Then I heard that still small voice "I have sent you that ONE." THE ONE that seen past all the makeup, short skirts, and cut hair. THE ONE that seen past the wall I built, and seen a seed of God there. THE ONE that told me Jesus forgives you, no matter what you have done. I am thanking God everyday for sending me that ONE. Are you THE ONE who is reaching out to THE ONE who is lost in sin? Or are you THE ONE that is reaching out, longing to be pulled back in? Or are you THE ONE who sits in church pretending all is well, living lies, playing church, hoping no ONE can tell? I just want to praise the Lord for saving me, and for the storms he brought me through! I have ONE more question believer, which ONE of these are you?

I don't care how low-down they are, how far they've stooped in sin; it's your business to put an arm around them and lift them up by the love of God. Where was you when the Dove of God lifted you out of the miry clay? It's your business, my friend. This world is dying for a little bit of love. 56-0805