I see them. The faces. They’re all around me, following me every where I go, occupying my every waking moment. No matter how much I want to hide, to mind my business and forget about the world, I can’t.
Their faces. I see their faces.
They’re a crowd, yet each one is distinctly visible.
I see the faces of my juniors in secondary school, looking up at me with wonder, seeking direction for the future.
I see the faces of my classmates in secondary school, rebelling against authority and chasing after the wind, all in a bid to fill the gaping hole in their hearts.
I see the face of the girl who sat next to me on the bus.
I see the faces of my classmates.
I see the face of the guy who everyone knows will probably graduate with a third class degree, who keeps asking to see me.
I see the faces of my fellow Intercessors, looking to me for some sort of direction.
I see the faces of those I disappointed.
I see the faces of the first years in my fellowship. I see the faces of the second years, too, some of them hiding deep scars.
I see the faces of my roommates.
I see the faces of those who resent me.
I see the faces of those who admire me, believing me to be some kind of hero.
I see the faces of those who still trust me.
I see the face of the boy who keeps following me around.
I see the face of the girl who everyone hangs around because of her beauty. And I see the face of the girl no one wants to talk to.
I see the face of the guy who spends all his time shouting obscenities.
I see the face of the lady that sat in the back row and sneaked out of the service once it ended.
I see the face of the girl struggling, looking so bright on the outside, but crying out inside.
I see the face of the guy with a secret that’s killing him, looking for someone to save him.
I see the faces of those ignored by everyone else and left out of everything.
I see the faces of those who have lost all hope.
I see the faces of those who are starving but not hungry, dehydrated but not thirsty, those who think they’re OK but are not.
I see the faces of people, looking for anything to help them escape from reality.
I see your face.
I see the faces. And I’m wondering, wondering. With every face I see, I wonder.
But I don’t just wonder. I weep. Yes, I weep. I try to run, I try to escape, to get wrapped up in my business. But I always feel some Divine Hand pushing them into my path.
Yes, they haunt me. Not haunt as in haunted, but haunt as in wanted. I do not have all the answers, but I know Where I can get them.
So I will run no longer. I will hide no longer. For the burden has broken me. I will rise, as best as I know how, and face the faces. Because I also see the face of the One who did that for me.
Because of these faces, I will pray deeper and longer.
Because of these faces, I will study harder.
Because of these faces, I will teach better and more.
Because of these faces, I will not quit even when I have no reason to continue.
Because of these faces, I will willingly suffer sleepless nights.
Because of these faces, I will give of myself, until I have spent and been spent.
Because of these faces, I will lay down my life.
Because of these faces, I will die.
So that, in my life and in my death, every one of these faces will find life.
*This was a deeply personal article, borne out of the author’s deepest feelings, convictions and desires. No portion of it is fictional. It expresses his observation that many people are searching for Life, and his understanding that he can help point them to where it is.
Jesus said in John 10:10 that He came to bring abundant Life. In John 17:3, He explained that eternal Life meant knowing Him, truly knowing Him. That’s life with a capital L. And it’s yours for the asking.
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