The air smelled like car exhaust & something illegal.
A restaurant nearby boasted a “Drag Brunch”, which was everything you think it is.
The cracked pavement was covered in graffiti.
A lady painted in an alley while a cigarette smoked at her side.
The streets smelled like urine & alcohol & rotten flowers.
A girl with dreadlocks & a tiny skirt served me iced coffee.
We were in downtown Miami, and it felt so unreal. It seemed like a scary, but wonderful dream, like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. It was enchanting & macabre all at once, and I didn’t know what to think. Surely this wasn’t real, all of the smoke & the cross-dressed people & the disturbing art on the walls.
I never knew it was like this, the world. It’s a little bit terrifying.
I’m slowly realizing that I don’t know anything, that I don’t know what it’s like for most of the world. I’ve been fairly sheltered; even while living in a third-world country, I stayed behind a thick wall & moved to the other side of the street when crazy people walked by. I don’t know what it’s like for a community of people living with AIDS. I’ve met one transgender person in my life. I could count on one hand the amount of drug addicts I’ve known. And as I walked through downtown Miami, I felt my heart breaking.
I am such a giver. In the words of my husband, I will give until it kills me with no thought of taking care of myself. Maybe that’s not such a great thing, but you get the point. Surrounded by all of that brokenness & hurting, all I wanted to do was pour out all of me like salve on a wound. I felt a desperation inside of me to be something to help heal the aching masses.
Praise God, He has made me just that.
Jesus sent his disciples out with a simple command: heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, cast out demons (Matt. 10:8).
There are so many sick out there in need of a healer, sick that don’t have a clue they can be well again. There are so many dead to be raised, walking dead, dead that don’t even know they are dead. There are so many lepers to be cleansed, lepers who can come back home, come back to the world. There are so many demons that need to be fought, demons that have taken over & can only be fought by outside forces.
I’m not so naive as to think I will save the world. That’s certainly not my job. But God has called me to a high office. He has called me, commanded me, to heal the sick & raise the dead & cleanse the lepers & cast out demons. Finally, I am seeing the world for what it is, and as I do, I am called even more to fight for it.
I felt an awful lot like Diana Prince, seeing the crudeness of the world laid out before me, but knowing in my heart of hearts that I cannot give up. Love will save the world; it’s our job to fight for it. I have seen so much, and I cannot walk away from that. We cannot walk away from that.
Martin Luther King, Jr. said that to ignore evil is to become accomplice to it. Look around you. The world is falling apart at the seams. The very threads of humanity seem to disintegrate with every act of terror that graces my television. It is dark, and it is horrendous, and we can ignore it no longer. We must pray. We must act. We must fight in the name of all that is holy to save the world from itself.
In the name of love, we must fight.