Days 20-22
Matthew 10
Would that we would see
this world as You do. That looking
upon our people would fill us
with compassion and compel us to
go. To heal, to cleanse, to love, to give
without expectations. Would that we
would hear You clearly showing us the way,
that we would follow with open
hands, in total trust for You to provide.
Would that we would bring Your peace.
Would that we would know truth and
speak it, faithful only to the message,
letting You do the rest.

Would that we would be sheep
who take heart as the wolves come.
Would that we would be known
for our wisdom and our
innocence. Would that we would let
the accusations come, would let ourselves
be dragged into the courts of judgment,
would rest in You, would listen.
Would that when their hatred falls,
Your love might fly from us like sparks,
igniting the world. Would that Your
words would make us brave
and Your love would make us
merciful.
Would that we would be like
You in every way,
all the way to death. . . and
resurrection.

Would that we would have
no fear. Would that all things hidden
would be revealed. Would that we
would receive your words in the
dark and proclaim them in the light,
shout them from the rooftops.
Would that we would look only
to You, the One who counts our every
breath, catches our every tear, who swears
to catch us when we fall and lift us to
Your presence.
Would that when the sword comes,
our love would be worthy
of You. Would that we would take
the cross, trudge the weary way
and lose our lives.
Would that we would find You there.
Would that Your people would receive You.
Would that we would be Your bringers
of love that is better than life,
that we would be those who stretch
out cups of cold water to the littlest lost.
Would that we would know the deep
untouchable joy of Your Kingdom
that no darkness can ever defeat,
where our true home is, our true
reward.
