It's the Fourth of July. Good ol' Independence Day. Doesn't that make you want to sing some Martina McBride, pull out your grillin' supplies, and light up the charcoal?
It's independence day, here in the United States...but I spent the evening speaking of shackles...speaking of darkness and prison. I spent the evening telling my family of Spain. And it wasn't until I spoke the words that I realized the darkness for myself.
I pray for Spain. I pray that there is a revolution. This root of all that is Christianity to me has completely disregarded the hope and the love that is the salvation of Jesus Christ. The resurrection...the tearing of the curtain...the freedom. It has all been cast aside for the comfort of tradition and repetition and conformation.
Do not conform any longer to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind so that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of Christ.
I hope you know that I am praying for you. You can be the revolution. I can see it in your eyes...I can see the love and the hope that you have. I am praying for you every day. It will happen. There will be beauty once again. You will see the beauty of Spain just like I saw the beauty...the darkness will be gone. Someday.
I hope you know.
I hope so.
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