Stranger Danger

What are you looking at? Who do you want to be? Where do you want to go? I see the faces around me, so many confused and lost souls. So many self assured and confident souls. Their lives are in their hands and they know where they’re going. Or so they think. So many cars back up on these city streets, each one has an owner, each one has a story. Each one has a life of their own. Each one has their own hurts, each one has their own joys. Each one doesn’t know me, and could probably care less about me and the thoughts in my head and the hurts in my heart. But I see them and they see me, and the question is do I care about them and the thoughts in their head and the hurts in their heart? This world has become one crazy mess–or maybe it always was and we just hope for something better–where nobody cares about anyone else. How right is that? What kind of humanity is that? Danger stranger keeps us locked behind our doors, I’m scared of you and you’re scared of me. But is that what we’re called to? I walk down the street, and this closed door and mask pulled tight get us nowhere. I dare to knock at the door and pull the mask away. What will happen if we open the door and let one another in, instead of hide behind our metal bars and racial stereotypes? What happens when you cross the line? It’s not exactly what mommy and daddy taught me.

“In God I have put my trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?” (Psalm 56:11 NKJV)

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