An Open Letter to the Kingdom, the Church, the Body of Christ.

I'm writing to request an appointment for you to come to my house. I would so love to see you, and talk to you about how we can work together to help the others who are dying from spiritual wounds. If you can't come to my house; then please tell me where your office is so I can make an appointment to come to see you.

I have called numerous of your prayer lines, and my ears are filled with words of hope that sound wonderful, but still leave me with gaping holes in meeting the tangible needs of my life.

Your lack of response to my physical needs has forced me to this desperate measure of posting an open letter, hoping to elicit the response of help that I so desperately need.

As you can see, I am beyond shame. I am in such desperate need for love, that I would welcome even the voice of your chastisement that tells me to bury my grief again, and "get over it."

I will cry out one more time for your touch, for your acceptance, for your celebration of me, begging for you to come to me. I will weep on your shoulder, and share with you the tip of the iceberg of pain that pins me beneath it's massive weight. At least I will have been in contact with another human being; for however brief the moment.

You don't seem to be able to tolerate my pain, so I hold it back to the best of my ability. Trouble is, it's continually pressing. It's force is becoming harder to hold back as my body weakens from the strain of having held it at bay for lo, these many years.

So, when you get this letter, please look for me. I'm the one with the tear-stained eyes; dark circles under my eyes, and the lack luster spirit that is my wardrobe. You may see me walking the streets, or getting off the city bus. I'll have my arms laden with the bags of the things that I am able to carry home in one trip; as my own vehicle is currently rendered un-usable.

I'm sorry to approach you thus, but it is the most effective strategy I can conceive. I would come to you, but I have lost much blood, and lack the strength to navigate the chasm between us without your assistance.

I talked to Jesus about this again today, and he assures me that He loves me. He said He wants his people to be his hands and feet in this world, so that's why I am writing you today. He said he's about to make me your primary target!

He told me to remind you of what he said:

"What doth it profit, my brethren, though a man say he hath faith, and have not works? can faith save him?

If a brother or sister be naked, and destitute of daily food,

And one of you say unto them, Depart in peace, be ye warmed and filled; notwithstanding ye give them not those things which are needful to the body; what doth it profit? Even so faith, if it hath not works, is dead, being alone.

Yea, a man may say, Thou hast faith, and I have works: shew me thy faith without thy works, and I will shew thee my faith by my works."
James 2:14-18

Thank-you for taking time to read my letter. I really miss being in service with you, for I once was a servant among you. I look forward to the day when I am fully restored, and able to be in the tabernacle of the Lord's house once again. It's been a long, cold winter; and I hunger for the warmth of fellowship with you.

My house is very near to yours, I'll leave the light on, and I'll be listening for you to knock on my door. Please hurry, Jesus is coming soon; and I would like to have a better dress to wear when he gets here. Perhaps someone among you can help me create a new dress to wear for the wedding supper.

With much love,
One of Our Father's Wounded Children

P.S. Please bring lots of help; I have many neighbors who are in the same condition, but their injuries are too severe for them to cry out for themselves