ONE is 100%

Last January I wrote this post:

http://i--am--not.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-started-off-this-year-by-attending.html about DO SOMETHING NOW.

Tonight I heard the Do Something Now thrust for Passion 2012 (And if you don't know what that is - it's basically a generation of college students choosing to live to make Jesus famous, The passion conference is January 2-5 2012 at the GA Dome - BE. THERE.) Anywho, the trust for next year's Do Something Now is all for human slaves.

There are 27 Million slaves in the world.

This is a huge, huge number.

When I hear about sex trafficking, it is mind boggling how wide spread it is. It is right in our very city, not all the way around the globe!

This could seen unsurmountable.

I hear people talking about "ending" sex trafficking.

yes, yes, I want that! But... it seems so overwhelming...

When I feel overwhelmed in life, it's natural for me to take a step back, rather than push forward.

But, we can't just stand by and do nothing...

Than I realized, if we rescued ONE person, it might look like we are just scratching the surface...

It might look as tho it were only 1/1000th of the problem solved, but for that ONE person, it is 100%. It is everything, it is their entire world. Their entire life has been changed.

Jesus said all of heaven rejoices over ONE lost soul that comes to life.

Jesus, in this massive world, full of faces we wiz by everyday,

teach us the value you see in ONE life.

The difference that we (ONE),

can make for them (ONE).

So, today I started collecting... every ONE means something.

We are headed to the dome in January and we won't be empty-handed.

You can give here: http://dosomethingnow.com/ Check it out.

the passed over under an overpass

To all the passed-over.

Laying under an overpass.

All your broken hearts...

You've watched your dreams

roll and

fall and

crash

like an old beer bottle on dirty pavement.

Too many pieces.

Too hurtful.

Too dangerous to sort through.

Too impossible to be new.

So, we speak through this art.

Truth craftily disguised, a cover, a comforter to wounded, prideful souls.

Now it's vulnerable.

It's open.

All the things that can't be said in regular word-by-words.

But, nobody really knows. Sometimes that's a lie, sometimes the opposite.

O to go back to the days of possibility.

Leave

all the questions

the pressure

bending and breaking

Black and white blending into grey

Grass is dying, color's fading, light blinding eyes.

We've grown too thirsty in this desert

Too cold in this frost...

Is life buried deep beneath withered, frozen, broken forever?

Green is brown, black is grey...

Destroy

It began long ago...

when darkness,

through it's deceit

captured the hearts

of the sons and daughters of light.

We looked for light...

but we found only darkness.

We searched for bright skies...

but walked in gloom.

We fumbled like the blind along the wall,

feeling our way like people without eyes!...

We were destined to fall.

Even in the brightest days...

We stumbled as if it were dark.

Among the living we were like the dead.

We looked for justice, but it never came.

We looked for rescue but it was far from us...

So He,

Himself

stepped in to save us...

,,,with his long arm and justice to sustain him.

He put on righteousness as armor,

salvation his helmet.

He clothed himself with the robe of vengeance

and rapped himself in a cloak of divine passion...

He slipped out of his royal garments,

left eternity to enter time,

divinity to wrap himself in humanity.

The sea of glass... for the ocean of separation,

he left peace, and for the first time felt pain.

Because the very hands that held the stars, were now sentenced to wear

my scars.

It was love!...that purchased this traitors heart.

It's what the prophets spoke about when they envisioned

light living in men once again......

For this reason, I am legend!... predestined for greatness,

build for the final hour.

I was born for this!...with weapons in hand,

armor in place,

I now march to the beat of a different drum.

I will break through

battle lines that have been drawn

by discouragement and despair.

What more is left to be said?

Time has met its end.

It's now or never.

Collision with me, myself and I.

You see, my mission today is clear, awake the dead.

So let freedom's song rage.

"You're not abandoned!"

"You're not alone!"

Last day warriors, arise from yesterday's ash

and raise your fist with us.

We are the army that is charging upon the land.

Defeat is no longer and option.

In His victory...

we stand,

we stand.

We rise.

We give our lives.

We stand...

we rise...

we give our lives!

- Destroy, Worth Dying For

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWkgfRi3Bkg

Psalm 27