A Blow To Reality

Tears fall from saddened eyes last night, as I thought of a dear friend of mine.

Being a Christian, and one who desperately tries to always look on the bright side, sometimes too much so as to muddy reality with false perceptions, realizing that someone you cherish doesn't know Christ, honestly breaks the heart. It was an eye opening night at Chronicle, and a heartbreaking one as well. I just wanted to curl up and cry for him. Cry for him, pray for him, beg him to see the light. I've never felt my heart turn to dust so easily as it did when I said his name for prayer. It was amazing, it was definitely a little bit relieving. Just to know that others in Him were willing to pray for those who would rather ignore the truth than embrace it.

I've always tried to see the good in life and it never occurred to me that many of those whom I call "friend" aren't ones whom I can call "brother" or "sister". It hit me like a rock last night, as I said those names of people, and as I thought of others. The pain and suffering these people must feel on a daily basis must be excruciating, for they've no hope. The bitterness that some feel toward a God whom I've only ever known love from, makes any Christian weep with sadness.

I'm slowly learning that this world isn't as rose petalled as I'd like to think. However, I'm learning that through prayer, anything is possible.

Even the saving of those I care about.