God’s calling you

To where will you run

To where will you turn

Who do you ask for your help

Who will give you love

 

Isn’t there a thirst, there

Deep inside your chest

A thirst you can’t seem to quench

Who’ll give you drink to quench it

 

Nothing in this world

No one in this world

You feel the emptiness

But they’re all empty, too

 

They can’t fill your longing

They can’t quench your thirst

They long for something, too

They are thirsty, too

 

Ask your questions

Who will know?

They have no answer

Apart from Me

 

Cry your tears everywhere

Throw yourself on the ground

Who will dry your face

Who will pick you up

 

You feel so very lonely

Feel that emptiness inside

Who will keep you company

Who fill will your emptiness

 

You wish for something greater

You want everlasting arms

I am that something greater

I’ll wrap you in My arms

 

I know everything about you

I know your inside out

I know all that you’ve ever done

And all your reasons why

 

To me, you aren’t a mystery

No need to make excuses

To me, you’re beautiful

No need to wear a mask

 

I will quench your thirst for love

I’m all you’ll ever need

I will fill your emptiness

And overflow your soul

 

I am what you long for

The end of your desire

Come to Me and find yourself

I am what you need.

 

 

This is one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen in my whole entire life:

~Emilino

Picture courtesy thinkatheist.com

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Our universe

Our universe is profoundly large.

I mean, seriously.  Think of everything in it.  Trillions and trillions of particles and atoms, so much we can’t even begin to discover the amazing depth and number.

And all we hang by are some measly laws of physics.

Just imagine — losing a penny in the immense reaches of space.  You would have no hope of ever finding it again.  Everything in the world is made up of little tiny pieces, little tiny lifeforms made up of smaller and smaller lifeforms.

What holds it all together?

What if one day it all broke apart?  Became chaos, swirling nothingness.  What if gravity failed us?  We’d go flying into the outer reaches of space, lost forever, alone forever.

How do you know that won’t happen?

Atheism has no explanation for many, many things.  How do atheists know the world won’t end all of the sudden?

What is up?  What is down?  How did it start?  When did it start?  Why did it start?  Where did it start?

Is there no logic in our world, apart from chance?  Is chance hopeful?  Where does hope come from?  From where and what roots our imagination?  Our passion?  Are they merely chemical?

Is the physical all that exists?  Surely it isn’t.  I don’t dare to rely on what I see and feel alone.  There is a great, great emptiness in the bare physical universe.

In the physical world, there is nothing to fill the longing in our hearts.

Take a moment to soak it in.  A lonely world, a lonely universe, perhaps just one among millions of others.  Innumerable expanses, miles upon miles, thousands of billions of light years.  Empty space.  Held together by things we cannot explain, and therefore cannot trust.  Things we do not understand, and have no hope that we ever will.  No hope.  All life will end, and therefore all life is meaningless.  An unknown beginning.  An unknown end.  Every man for himself.  No God.  No spiritual existence.  This is it.  This is all we have.  And if, in fact, this is all we have, we really have nothing at all.  Nothing that will last.  One day, we will lie down and never rise again.  So what’s the point?

To where will you turn if all things end to hopeless catastrophe, you lonely life among many?

 

~Emilino

Please, God, please

I’ve been praying frantically for somebody in my life to get saved.

You know, I pray for everybody.  Not just this one guy.  But it breaks my heart that there are people who will burn in hell when they die.  Even the jerks.  Even the bullies.  Why, Lord, why must they suffer forever?  Why must this happen?  Maybe they deserve it, maybe they’re blocking You out and they’re gonna pay for it, but must You put them through such pain?  Couldn’t You save them?

I know He chose me.  He chooses His people.  We don’t choose Him.  He handpicks us.  And that comforts me that He has chosen me, but it also means there are millions of people out there He has not chosen and never will.

Because He did not choose them, does that mean they have to suffer?  For all eternity?  Isolated from every good thing?  With no rest, no comfort, no trace of Him?

It tears my heart to pieces.  And yes, I understand the logic of it, but the logic does not change the emotion. This tears my heart to PIECES.  Why must you blind yourself?  Don’t you see what you will pay for it?  Don’t you see that there must be consequence for your actions?

And I get that it would be weird to give yourself to a God who seems to so many like a fairy tale, like a crutch for the weak.

But can I ask you this?  So you say God does not exist.

What if you’re right?

Where is hope?  Where will you go?  Will your death be the end of all your existence?  How can you believe that?  What fills your emptiness?  Do you have no comfort?

So God is a crutch for the weak.

Are you not weak?  Are you so strong you need no crutch to lean on?

What love can you turn to?  Other people’s?  Other people die.  Other people change their minds, their hearts.  Other people sin, make mistakes, fall.  They fall.  They fall, and you cannot trust those who fall, can you?  What happens when misfortune occurs?  Where do you turn?

If you don’t open your eyes, you will suffer forever.  With no goodness.  No hope.  Fire.  Rage.  Hatred.  Sadness.  How do you stand the possibility of that?  Science cannot be proven.  What when your world breaks to pieces?  Where do you go?  Who do you cry to?  What when all your family dies?  Who will you have?  What when you die?  What will come of your success?  All you did won’t matter any longer once you die.  What if your life here is terrible, and then you die and turn to nothing?  Is that all the hope you have?  That this life is it, so make the most of it.  That’s the most depressing thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

So you blind yourself.  You numb yourself.  You are not experiencing life.  You are experiencing death.  Satan throws his lies your way, and you fall for them.  And why?  Because you have nothing to turn to!  So you turn to Satan!  Why don’t you just turn to God?  God is all things good!  GOD IS YOUR ONLY HOPE!  GOD IS ALL YOU WILL EVER HAVE!  AND YOU TURN YOUR FACE FROM HIM!  WHERE IS YOUR COMFORT, TROUBLED SOUL?  YOU HAVE NONE WITHOUT GOD!  YOU HAVE NONE!

I beg you.  I beg you on my knees.  Take Him.  Take His promise.  Take His word.  Take His love.  His everlasting love that will not fail, not ever, will not ever change, will not make a mistake, not a single one.  He loves you.  He will love you forever.  He will love you even as you burn in the pit of hell if you do not choose Him.

Can you even imagine how much it breaks His heart if it so breaks mine?  Me, and my numbed, guilty conscience, even sees the sadness of your state.  God sees the real picture, the clear vision.  He sees your brokenness, your desperation, and He is knocking on Your heart and you are so blind and deaf you can’t even hear Him.

He is calling out your name to hear Him, to listen to Him.  Can’t you see?  Look.  Just look.  When you look, is it even possible to look away?  He is so beautiful.  So beautiful.

Let Him save you.  He saved me.  He swooped down upon me like an eagle and saved me.  And how can I shut up about it?  About this beauty?

Listen to me!  Listen to Him!

I’m praying for two people in particular.  As well as everybody, and for my strength to keep telling everybody I can about Him even if it they get angry and refuse to listen.

But one guy I know is so sweet.  He’s just so sweet.  I can’t stand to see him go to hell when he dies.  I just can’t.

So I’m praying.  With my face on the floor.  I want him to get saved.  With all of my heart.  I need him to get saved, or I will not rest.  I will not rest until he gets saved.

Lord, how could You refuse him?  How could You?

Save him.  Please, God, my God, save him!  Save him!  Open his eyes to see You!  SAVE HIM!  LORD, SAVE HIM!

~Emilino

Picture courtesy cairnhill.wordpress.com

Song: Prayin For You by Lecrae

Hope

I saw a guy singing on the sidewalk
Strumming his guitar on the streets of San Francisco
I liked him and he seemed sweet, so I gave him a quarter
And then he winked at me

I saw a girl sitting on a fencepost
Staring at the sky in the early morning
I don’t have a clue what she goes through
But my heart went out to her

I saw a fish die at the pet store
Racking his body with each gasp for breath
I wished I could save him, but I couldn’t have come in time
Just a fish, but it was a life

Sometimes I want to save every life I see
Don’t know what stops me, maybe I’m self-conscious
Give a sandwich to every homeless man
But I can’t, not really

There’s hope fluttering in the air, can’t you see it
Don’t know how anyone can’t
I want to save every singer on the sidewalk
I want to save every dying fish

Wonder what would happen if we all trusted that Jesus would
Would He save every dying fish
Would He save the man who winked at me

Jesus, can you make them see
Jesus, can you heal disease
Jesus, can you open their eyes
Jesus, just today, don’t let anyone die

I know it’s impossible for me to do this
I don’t know what to do with this compassion
For the sake of the man on the sidewalk
Believe, please believe, if just this once!

 

Emilino

Sidewalk photo courtesy http://www.ci.highland.il.u