I awoke this morning and heard the cries of a thousand mothers
Cradling to their heart the lifeless and limp bodies of their beloved children
I saw children wandering aimlessly among the ruins of their once safe town
Cold, shivering, the light faded from their frightened eyes.
I heard young women in a foreign city crying, yearning for their home
Used and abused by one hundred men for a few dollars
Their innocence stolen, their dreams abandoned, their souls numb.
The sounds of families too numerous to count laboured endlessly
Scratching together barely enough food for their hungry bodies
While the rich ate and drank in luxurious excess.
I listened to the faint groans of a multitude of elderly citizens
Sitting alone and afraid without the warm touch of a human hand
Discarded, ignored and dishonoured.
And when my heaving and heavy heart threatened to tear beyond repair, overwhelmed by the tsunami of grief in our broken world, I heard these words:
Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,” for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” (Re 21:1–4).
And so I set out again, following in the footsteps of my Master, healing, blessing, praying, comforting, bringing His Good News, encouraging and helping humanity. Just as He did.
Jesus says to us all: “Follow me.” Will you follow?