"Come along with me and just imagine" was a very common phrase said by one of my professors. I can only imagine that he knew how significant that phrase was. Every time he used a scenario to relate to a study of a passage he said this.
"come along with me and just imagine"
FALL, WINTER, SPRING..
I was put into a place where i faught to be heard. Can you relate? I lived among peers. Side by side we walked, talked, and socially lived with eachother. We were finding our friends, learning till our brains were filled with knowledge of all kinds, and searching for our passions. We were breathing breaths of hast, patience, rude awakenings, anxiousness, excitement... and sometimes... we had no breath at all. We desperately were in need.
SOMETHING WAS MISSING.
Summers: The same thing, all over again.
something was missing.
Friend visits: The same thing, all over again.
Something was missing
Fighting to be heard.
Yes, in politics you need to fight to be heard. YES in the classroom you May need to fight to be heard. YES in life you need to fight to be heard. In a crowd? GOOD LUCK.
What about in our Christian community. Do we need to fight to be heard?
Im talking, ideas, suggetstions, comments. But when i say "heard" I mean VALUED. Is what we are saying being valued? Are we valuing others? Are we fighting for others to be heard?
Well, this is what people are doing. They are fighting to be heard, and it is wearing them out. They are living with no air in them and they are exhausted.
I was exhausted.
"come along with me and just imagine"