Sorrow’s Repercussions


Word frames to paint the repercussions of sorrow:

How much sorrow in this world is swallowed by humanity? The pain we feel inside never finds a place of release. What is the sound of a wounded heart?  Humanity doesn’t have the ability to voice it.  


How much sorrow is dished out in this world and the people eat it all day long? What is the size of container necessary to keep it all bottled up? I don’t think such a container could be on the earth, it is just too large!


This is the reason the world is isolated from the glorious throne of the living God. This incubator of godly traits will not find an audience before purity.  


If sorrow made a noise what would it be? And if the volume of that noise from one man is loud, what is the sound of all humanity from Adam until now. 


 Once the sound is uttered, or a feeling of sorrow kept inside, it can never be dismissed or extinguished, it can only be ignored. The deed is done and the payment is in the soul.  


It is the mercy of God that we cannot hear the horror of what we do. But God surely hears.  


A wailing is heard in heaven. A constant sound of torture, echoing off walls of peace. It is not so much the volume that should be disturbing, it’s the sound itself.  


Do we think a little sin is no trouble when compared to a large sin? Doesn’t a small sin add to the roar of sorrow? Who are we to divide what is righteous, what is moderate, and what is deadly? 


If God gave us ears to hear what we do, would it subdue our selfish desire? Or would the sound of our own wickedness caused us to wail even louder?


Withdraw from the war against your brothers. Minimize regret.  

A slimy frog


Run over a bulgy, slimy, croakin frog with your car and what do you
get? Why, ya get a flat frog! That’s what ya get. He was doin quite
well before you came along. But since you were in your car you hardly
noticed the slight vertical jolt. Perhaps you were talking to someone
beside you. Or maybe you were admiring the lovely swamp scene. Or
(perhaps the best case scenario) maybe you squished em while avoiding
that gator.

If you’ve read my posts before, you likely think I’ve lost my
marbles. “Yep….. He’s gone and lost it.” But I do have a Christian
point to make.

How many of us are, spiritually speaking, prettier than a bulgy,
slimy, croakin frog? And how many times have we been run over by a
distracted Christian? Don’t it just flatten our hearts to be hurt by
someone who should have loved us? And don’t we go off cryin to our
Father that we don’t feel so good? Now, mind you, I’m not making fun
of taking our troubles to our Heavenly Father. I’m striving for a
certain point. Hang on with me just a bit more. Here it comes.

Notice in my story of the flattened frog I presented reasons we would
all excuse. We wouldn’t blame the driver for what happened. Not that
very many really care about frogs anyway. But just as a matter of
sincerity. Ok, we got hurt. It is possible our pain is being
misdirected. Remember His words: “Father, forgive them. For they
know not what they do.”

With all love and respect for the “called out ones”