Revelation 3:14-18

There are a million and one things I want to talk about.  There are so many words that are begging to come out of me, yet I sit here silent.  I have been blessed with the ability to speak, I am not mute, yet I say nothing.  I am sitting here dying, my soul is shattered, heart battered, my pillow is wet with tears, yet I am silent. Why is my voice paralysed? Why do I have so much to say about what others should or should not do? I have a voice to speak on frivolous things. However, when it is time to speak on behalf of what’s right or noble, there is no utterance heard. I am a coward, I am not capable of stepping out from behind the mask. I claim I am authentic, but the truth be told, I am a phoney. I don’t even know who I am, so why do I judge others harshly for being brave enough to stand in their truth, naked as Adam in the Garden of Eden. True freedom from the fear that binds, that controls me, starts first by being brave enough to open my mouth, and break my silence.

I am a silent church.  I know what needs to be said, I know what needs to be done, but yet I am silent.  I am a building of silence, that houses thousands upon thousands of silent beings.   Where was I the night you was murder, the day that they raped you, stole your innocence, took your money, massacre your dreams, and left you for dead? I will tell you where I was at, I was right there having a revival. We had a good old time.  The spirit was high that day. A few even caught the Holy Ghost that night, one lady got so happy she nearly did a back flip off the pew. Let me tell you we got a big old offering that night. I knew what was happening, but I was afraid to speak on it. I didn’t want to stop the celebrations.  If I open my mouth and tell the truth my membership may dwindle.  I got to give the people what they want.  The truth isn’t popular. Talking about a bloody Savior and a hideous cross doesn’t sell well.  We reach more people being silent.  I know you are in pain, and it’s not fair what happen to you, but it will work itself out in the end.  Hey enough of this talk, how about you just comeback and visit me next Sunday, I know you will enjoy the choir.

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