Monday, September 18, 2017

The Alcoholic




Hands, brown and gnarly, comb ‘cross bald head

Rolls of wrinkles top his brow

Ruddy skin, marked with ink

Bloodshot eyes filled with tears

Back bent with burden

Liquor stole his children, his woman, and almost his life

Wounded and weary

But here’s a chance at renewal, a chance to live – and love

Will he take it?

Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness.  When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.’” Matthew 9:35-37 (NIV)


“Lord, give me compassionate eyes like Yours.”



by joyce hague

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