Abstract: His Lost Sheep
I can see it in his smile,
a coerced smile meant to hide his shame.
He crossed over, to the land of nothing.
It’s a common trek of the hurting ex-Christian,
the path from Jesus to no-Jesus,
from jarring pain to the embrace of vast emptiness.
Except, it’s not nothing.
Though they surround themselves with science and facts,
the truth is hope and faith come at a price: grit and unmet expectation.
Life is easier when it’s a series of random events,
and evolutionary impulses,
and much more difficult when God doesn’t respond to our noble demands.
Most of them tried Faith.
They read the Bible and prayed the prayers,
then waited on Him to reply.
They spent nights hoping and wishing for His glory to be revealed,
so…I understand their perspective, I’ve been in their shoes too.
My heart breaks for my friends who turned atheists,
they aren’t as free as they claim.
They believe in nothing and it shows:
No children,
no hope,
nothing to live for beyond their own self-righteous glory.
There’s no such thing as the moral and noble atheist,
just people who believe lies about Who loves them.
It’s fucking sad.
I have no answers,
save the One.
Him, a real encounter with the Lover of their souls.
Whatever despair I feel,
He’s not moved.
His heart is forever unchanged,
and His song stays the same.
He Loves Them.
Oh, How He Loves Them.
The lost sheep of Jesus.
I pray He finds them, soon.
