We preach love.
We preach kindness.
But when the hurting reach for us,
we whisper, I’m too busy.
A man drowning in silence
steps into church.
He hears of God’s love,
wants to ask more,
but the preacher has no time,
the people have no time.
He leaves, still empty.
We think love lives in sermons.
But love lives in interruption.
And we treat God the same.
We say we love Him,
but prayer can wait,
Scripture can wait,
obedience can wait.
Life is too busy.
But what if one day
He speaks it back?
Your name could have been in the Book of Life…
…but I never knew you.
In Luminance 