a deluded world
the ghosts unshaken by its filth.
the strength of the tender heart
that ceases not to
weep at sin.
Lately I’ve been reading A Tale of Two Cities – a novel by Charles Dickens that takes place before and during the French Revolution. I love the book…
But I was horrified as I read one of the mob scenes. The scene was tactfully written, but still… what was going on was horrific. How could human beings do this to one another? This is disgusting.
That experience, paired with this poem I wrote the other day, got me thinking.
I realized that I want to be horrified and broken-hearted because of the world.
If I’m not, there’s a big problem. Because I’m the daughter of a holy God. A God who cannot come near to sin.
As I grow closer and closer to Him, sin should disgust me more and more. I shouldn’t develop a thick skin. I shouldn’t stare at sin unblinking. I shouldn’t sigh and say, “This is just the way the world is.”
I should weep. I should be revolted. I should cry for righteousness.
Because I was never meant to feel at home in a sin-smeared world.
My citizenship is in a sinless kingdom with a holy King. I can’t forget that.
So I will cultivate a breakable heart.
I will shudder at the exaltation of sin.
I will unashamedly yearn for holiness…
And I beg you to do the same.