Louise crumbled on the altar of the Lord. Her heart had been ripped in shreds. For months she had been pummeled with poisonous words. Too many times, Louise had opened—her junk mail.
You’re this and you’re that and you didn’t do this and you hurt me…
Faye’s eyes were a blur of tears and the sword pierced deeply as she soaked in every accusing word she read—in her junk mail.
I’ll feel better if I tell you just what I think of you so here it is…Blahhhh…
And Nehemiah who rebuilt the wall of Jerusalem received junk mail too. It read
Nehemiah and the Jews are a pack of rebels
Nehemiah seeks to be their king, the big shot ruler!
The rest of the story
No good daddy lets His child carry a burden too hard for her And the junk that was too heavy for Louise to carry was given to her Daddy. “Come, my child. This battle is mine. Delete the junk mail. Now go your way and live.” For it is written:
“My yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
And Faye tore the letter into smithereens and let her Daddy raise her up to victory and call her His cherished one. “Grovel no more, my child. I’ve called you to higher ground. Give the junk mail to Me.” For it is written:
Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night.”
Time and again the work of rebuilding the wall of Jerusalem was assaulted but God’s mission burned in Nehemiah’s heart. “My son, I have called you to victory. Stand and having done all stand!“For it is written:
“I am doing a great work, so that I cannot come down: why should the work cease?”
And why, darling of the Lord
Do you persist to read the mail that poisons?
What draws you to heed words of death and slander?
What obligation do you have to answer or converse with evil?
Avoid it, pass not by it, turn from it, and pass away
Refuse, my Darling, and march to the voice of my love, my approval!
The grand finale
And Jesus Christ picking up His cross and fixing his gaze on Calvary declared,
“The prince of this world comes but has nothing in Me.”
for it is written:
It is finished!