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27:23 'LOL'


Life has been defined as several things. In the present season, it feels somewhat like an uphill trek, only this time, the view does not feel so great. Today, I am here for the one who this pandemic feels like walking through a pitch-black hallway, with arms groped forward to guide, while tears block your eyes. To be honest, no one has been spared from this. No one has been let off the hook. For a few, this may be a blessing in disguise, but I am here today for the one wallowing in uncertainty. I want you to wallow until you can wallow no more. I am here for the soul that is longing to make sense of the chaos in their head; for the soul for whom rest of late has become a luxury; the one whose paradise feels lost, and whose current road feels longer and harder. I am here for the one wailing like David asking, “How long, Oh Lord, how long”? (Psalm 13:1-2)
Our lives have become urgent. We have been thrown into a desperate struggle. Comfort has become an illusion to many, and it would be insensitive to simply blurt out thoughtless orders without internalization or ingestion of another person’s strain. So while I am here to say “I am available”, I am also here to challenge the privileged; whose strength is present, whose little light can still shine, and whose barns are relatively full. I am here to challenge those still blessed with good health, great wealth and the undeniable ability to have strangers survive on the goodness they can share.
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We are made for one another. What we may think to be small decisions to be available, flexible and generous may be monumental to someone else. You know what is making sense to me lately? We are all being crushed in ways that may feel unmanageable. But still, God uses broken people like you and me to rescue broken people like you and me.
Here is something you may need to know; Someone needs to be loved a little louder today. Random acts of kindness are needed today. An empathetic ear and an understanding heart for the pains and pangs they may be experiencing. This season requires us to listen without reply. Listen with intent to understand what is behind the words. Tears may not be let out all at a go, but when they do, let them flow unrestrained.
This is the season that requires us not to define people but really see them. And not just see them, but love them. Be gentle, and let your words be few. Be flexible, and look for ways to ease another’s burden. Be available and most of all, be present. We may be distanced in the physical, but God has graciously equipped us with means to remain connected and intouch. Whether briefly yet cautiously as we interact, or virtually. Where you can, and where you are, do not forget to “love out loud (LoL)”.
© namwano

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  1. RudianVictor14 July 2020 at 10:18

    A word of encouragement that suits this season that we all are in. Thank you so much for this. How I wish everyone was able to read it.

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