There’s a popular song that Believers sing called “Hosanna,” and nestled in the bridge is a haunting line that I believe some Believers gloss over while singing. It’s almost as if some Believers sing the line like they’re led into it, yet they take no time to really ask themselves, “As I sing this to a Holy God, do I really mean this, or is it just lip service?”
The line goes,
“Break my heart for what breaks yours.”
It’s really a passionate plea that cries out to the Creator of the universe, the good Father, saying, “I want to be passionate about what you’re passionate about. I want my heart to reflect your heart. I want to be in step with you and what you believe.”
And yet, lately, I’ve seen Believers who don’t act that same way.
Believers who I’ve stood alongside of and sang that plea.
In Mississippi, there’s an amendment on our ballot this November that would define a person. Or, another way of saying it, this new law would give unalienable rights to those who cannot fight for themselves.
In the letter of James, we read that religion that God accepts as pure and blameless is this: to look after the widow and the orphan.
To attend to.
The widow. The orphan.
The ones who aren’t strong enough or who can’t fight for themselves.
And so instead of being concerned and fighting for the rights of the unborn, I see Believers, followers of Jesus, being concerned for themselves. Self-absorbed. Fighting for the rights of the hypothetical situations.
Which makes no sense.
I have a friend who has battled paranoia, the “what if’s” in life, who had allowed the fear of the “what if’s” to cripple her life.
Concern over the “what if’s” lead to a crippling journey.
In fact, if we’re too concerned with the life that might be, then we’ll entirely miss out on the life that is.
And I don’t want to live that way. And deep down inside, I know you don’t either.