Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Don't Let Another Wounded Soldier Die

The Girl - this is what she became.  She no longer had a name - everyone called her The Girl.  The Girl attended church and was a member of the Youth Choir.  The Youth Choir really blessed others when they sang, but as these things go, not everyone believed or lived what they sang.  The choir director could only do so much to ascertain a person's spiritual condition.  The Girl got pregnant.  They were many cries of "How could this happen?"  "She sang every Sunday", and "O My Goodness."  To hear it being told all of the ones condemning were near perfect in their youth and never made any mistakes.  The Girl left the church and as far as I know never came back.

To add insult to injury, The Girl and her "condition" became a topic at the next church business meeting.  Personally speaking, I strongly detest the business of church.  Anyhow, various members berated the Girl and her situation -  policies need to be in place to ensure this doesn't happen again.  The tone was revolting; there was no love.  At that particular point in time, I thought, how would the Girl feel if she were here?  I may have gotten up and taken a stand (but I don't remember anymore).


Every time I hear this song, I think of that young lady and how she was a wounded soldier that we, as a church let die.

Life is a battlefield.  On a battlefield, we are assaulted and injured.  We are at war, so we are bound to get hurt.  When we get hurt, we try to get back up an continue.  But sometimes the hurt is so deep, the wounds so painful, we want to just lay there and die.  Then someone comes along - they give us a hand or they literally lift us and carry us. They move us out of harm's way; they wash our lacerations; they reset our broken bones.

Our wounds take many forms.  Sometimes, even though we mean well, we get stuck on the wrong things. Before we condemn, help.  Place the oil of kindness in the wounds to help the person heal.  Carry them until they are able to walk and then minister to them in love. Imagine going to a doctor to fix a particular ailment.  Instead of treating you the doctor begins to scold, berate, and disparage you about your ailment.  After all of this, he never treats your ailment.  How would you feel? So many times this is how we treat the hurting among us.  Don't let another wounded soldier die.


But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him, and went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him. Luke 10:33-34

Carlene Davis has my favorite version of this song, but I could not find that version on Youtube so this one will do.

Do you know any wounded soldiers? Are you a wounded soldier? 

1 comment:

  1. So true. The sad part is many of the ones who condemn are wounded as well, yet they fail to seek "His" medical attention go through life in hurt, judging and hurting others. Thank you for reminding us to show love and compassion. We never know when in life we may be a wounded soldier in need.

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