Dear
Outcast,
You say you have been
forgotten. That just as in Isaiah 56:3, God has made you a second class citizen
and you don’t really belong. You believe you are damaged goods. You didn’t have
to feed your imagination substantially to have this belief system deeply
ingrained into you.
You
only had to look all around you, to discern the voices echoing your
incapabilities in the background and see the faces mirroring your deepest
fears.
Well,
you aren’t damaged. You’re renewed.
Can’t
you see? You aren’t useless, you’ve been remade into something priceless!
God
says he’d confer on you a permanent honor. I’m not saying this to make you feel
better; no. He said so with his own mouth in Isaiah 56:5.
He
said you’d bear more fruit, have more children, more results, deeper insight
and revelations, eye-widening breakthroughs than anyone who’s gone ahead of
you. Those sad situations are transients and are taking a sharp exit from your
life.
So
come, arise from the dust. Let me help you up. Dust your clothes. Guard your
eyes with your hand, you see that dim light some distance away? It’ll get
brighter as we move forward.
We
have no time to waste!
Come,
let’s begin the journey into our bliss.
I
love you.
Yours sincerely,
A
previous outcast
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