Rescuing our Hearts

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A week ago or so my good friend Colin Mansfield posted a very wise post on his blog.  It seems that the insecurity of the world is a security blanket for the world – it has to embrace the things it fears most.  Unfortunately it seems that the true knights not of this world know how to fight and how to defend.  That scares the world more than anything else, that the power of true knighthood comes not from man but from something more powerful, and more loving: A Heavenly Father.

Without further ado here is the post (including a link to Colin’s amazing blog):

Rescuing the Damsel in Distress

What has become of my generation?

Guys treating ladies like trash, girls showing themselves off like trophies to be won. It makes me sick to my stomach.

I take one class at a public high school. Walking down the halls on any given day, I’m astounded at what I see. Gentleman! What kind of monsters have we become? Ladies! Where did the innocence go? The insecurity flows like an ocean tide, filling up the entire building until all that is left and felt is a current of emotions, chief of which is lust.

Oh man! My heart just weeps! So many girls without fathers, without someone who has actually loved them in their life. Looking for a guy to fill them up and make them feel wanted. A guy to just hold them and accept them for who they are. A guy to hold their hand, loan them their sweatshirt, kiss them on the nose. These girls, looking for a love to just BE with them instead get-

Guys! You make me ashamed to walk in the midst of a crowd of females at a school. Where did the expectations of being a “tough guy” come from? Where did the arrogance and fake self-assurance come from? You think you’re so cool? You think you’re so tough? Try being a gentleman, even for a second. You go to parties, drink, do drugs-all just to show off how cool you are. Try taking the harder road for even one day!

Honestly, I’m pretty disgusted at this whole Twilight thing. It’s not the books that kill me. It’s not the storyline or the characters or the premise. I get the whole vampire thing. I even get making that in to a romantic story. Here’s what I don’t get: WHY DOES OUR SOCIETY INSIST ON FOCUSING ON INSECURITY? Can’t you see? Don’t you understand? Are you so blinded?


Girl’s, you don’t need to be filled with a guy. You don’t need a boyfriend. You need Papa’s love. And He is so here to give it to you.

Guys, you don’t need to filled up by chicks, porn, or partying. Papa loves you the way He made you: a warrior and lover for Him.

We are the Damsel in Distress, and God is our rescuer. We are the bride, and He is the Bridegroom. God loves us, cares for us, seeks us, woos us, fights for us, defends us. He is here for us in EVERY fashion and in EVERY conceivable way.

I’m speaking to my generation.
Papa loves us so much. He hugs us in His warmth and joy, and has created us to love each other. Why do you resist such great love? Why do you try to find this love in the wrong way? It’s all right here, right in front of us.
God is rescuing us, the Damsel.

But then again, who am I to talk? Who am I to judge? I’m just as sick as the rest of my generation- hypocritical, distracted, and seeking the Love of the Creator. Jesus, would you heal my heart?

Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.

Let those words of the Psalmist ring true in my life.

Papa! Hear the cry of my heart! Don’t you see what my generation is going through? Don’t you see the broken households, the unloved, the depressed? Lord, save us. But, even more importantly, Love us; for what is salvation without Your Love?

A groan from the heart of Colin


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