I live near a city where life on the streets is for real. No precious bedroom community. It’s all about immediate needs for survival. A tune humming in my head from a rap artist has been repetitive…”I want to be free (that’s the truth)”…
Much of what I listen to now is worship and praise, but still I’ve been drawn back to this music for a couple days. I searched my back room to find the artist and put it in my deck. What I realize is a confession. I stopped listening to this cd because it “was less than Godly!” Let me be real. I didn’t want to absorb any profanity or negative input into my ideal of what life should be for me. I had completely forgotten the reason I ever owned the music in the first place….”I want to be free!”
Friends, how are we supposed to relate to the world around us if we are so hung up on what we might be offended by? How can we ever be in touch with the harvest if we can’t remember or know who they are?
To the ends of the earth; what does that mean to most of us? I’d have to say we need to go into the darkest places of our communities. That’s just for starters….
Act 1:8 But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you. And you will be My witnesses, telling people about Me everywhere—in Jerusalem, throughout Judea, in Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”