You cannot hope to heal what you cannot understand.
I am sick and weary with saintly-sympathy!
Pity mixed with disdain never healed anyone.
(Child, listen…)
A cross! A cross healed the sickness of sin! A cross, not a sympathetic smile, and a pat on the shoulder.
Look at your planet!
Look… what do you see?
People are suffering everywhere you look!
(Let Me put this in terms you can understand…)
Your planet does not have a bad cold—it has terminal cancer! It is dying an agonizing, slow death.
You cannot address it’s desperate need with teaspoons of sympathy!
It’s NOT working, and I fear most who call themselves My Church, will never wake up to this crisis.
But you are different.
You have been made to suffer as an-outcast-with-purpose.
Do you see it?
People are dying Sweet Heart—dying of hopelessness and the cancer of rampant, unchecked, sin.
I want you to FEEL their pain not sympathize with it.
You have the antidote—the cure!
You have hope!
You have Me… Christ! Only My blood can cure their disease.
Now do you understand why I made you an outcast?
“…Now you are called The Outcast and Jerusalem, the place nobody wants.” Jeremiah 30:17
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