Tonight, I sat in a movie theater full of strangers and cried along with other grown-ups who I heard “don’t usually cry at movies.” Grown men and women sat all around me, tears falling softly as we watched our own shared reality, played out on the big screen. You know I’m talking about War Room. Why is it at the top spot at the box office despite secular predictions that it would fail? Because it’s hitting on a nerve.

Desperate. That’s what we all are. Here near the end of 2015.

Refugees pouring across borders and Ashley Madison suicides and precious unborn babies been killed for profit and their mothers living after their babies have died … then there’s this insane political correctness and people who really do love the sinner but don’t know HOW to love them—or if they do, they can’t be heard above the brokenness …

…and there has to be a Jesus voice, a real one, for this hurting world.

What does it mean to be found, when once we were lost? How do the blind learn to see?

In this case, the blind really can — lead the blind. We can lead them straight to Jesus.

Jesus offers hope. And we, those who know and love Him and have experienced His extravagant mercy, need to tell their stories of forgiveness. The more broken we can admit we are, the more Jesus can be seen. There is none righteous. None “better” than another.

The only one “better” is Jesus.

We’re his voice. We’re his hands, his feet, his heart. Aren’t we, Church?

We’ve got to get this right. We’ve got to fight on our knees. To know the WORD.

Old, worn out cliches and beating up people with doctrine doesn’t reach hurting people. It doesn’t change the culture.

We’re his voice. We’re his hands, his feet, his heart. Aren’t we, Church?

Let’s fight like it. On our knees. Until we admit our own brokenness and identify with the ache in the bones of all of humanity, we can’t be heard. Without our own repentance, our prayers are hindered. Without a heart of grace for those whose broken places are different from ours, we will be ineffective.

The Jesus we’re seeking has been here all along, piercing our broken places with his extravagant grace–touching all the hurts that come with skin and scars and unforgiveness.  Our feeble attempts at fixing spiritual problems with emotional answers does not work. Only God’s grace and the truth of His Word offer true healing.

May we all be found on our knees.

“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14