Logan I saw you last night. Did
you see me? I think you did. I saw you just once, maybe twice, glancing my way.
You know I have a mother-heart for you, don’t you. Did you know that I was
praying for you? You four young men were singing a powerful song. You have
tremendous tenor and bass voices and the song itself was so beautiful, but I noticed
the lack, and I’m sure you three brothers felt it keenly.
You used to be four dark haired, tall, good-looking brothers who swelled the rafters with your enthusiastic a cappella singing and now there was only three. Your sibling, who you had had been with all your growing up years, had fallen away, and you rounded out—no I mean squared off the quartet with a blond haired friend who also is a good singer.
You used to be four dark haired, tall, good-looking brothers who swelled the rafters with your enthusiastic a cappella singing and now there was only three. Your sibling, who you had had been with all your growing up years, had fallen away, and you rounded out—no I mean squared off the quartet with a blond haired friend who also is a good singer.
But it wasn’t quite the same. Lots
of us know that you, to, are just hanging on by a thread. When I caught your
eye, did you sense I was praying for you? One of your brothers has gone out into
the world, but surely you know how earnestly the other two are pulling for you?
One of you chose the song about Christ building a bridge the day He died. This
bridge was built to cover the chasm separating us from God. From my vantage
point I could see how fervently one of your brothers was singing and got the
feeling it was for you, Logan.
One of your brothers fell away but a friend
who nearly lost out recovered and was up there singing with you. He found
victory, and you can to. We also are building a bridge that’s strong enough for
you to reach safety. I know, we all know, at least in part the reason it seems so difficult for you to
live a faithful Christian life, but our prayers are building a bridge for you,
Logan.
I’d like to pray for you, _________________whatever
your name is. My heart goes out to all the Logan’s and Lisa’s in this world who
would like to be Christians, but find that their feet are slipping. You can
anonymously send me an email and share a bit of your problem and I’ll gladly
pray for you. I’ll willingly listen, also, if you want to ‘talk’. stevenme@hotmail.ca
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