About Me (thesixtiethblog)
Am working on it. ;]
But
I am. Hmmm.
I don’t want to talk about myself this time. I want to talk about others in this. If one should look inside my heart, then that person should see that my heart is crying for the poor, the sick, the depraved. I dream for the day when sickness is gone, when suffering had passed away, when tears exist no more. I am part of a generation who, generally, has people who had lived their lives inside their bubble for too long.
Jesus didn’t die for the redeemed. He died for the unprivileged, whether the unprivilegeness is insidie or outside. God had instructed us to help people and win their hearts to Christ.
Yes, we need to think of ourselves somehow. But there is another thing called compassion.
If I am here in a place improper
and if the truth is out there,
then why am I still here?
I should go out. Break free.
