His Bleeding Heart

O God the maker of heavens and earth, I bow my knees in humble prayer. I thank you for all the good work you have done particularly for sending your Son Jesus to come and die for us sinner. I know Jesus has done all He could and instead of resting and relaxing in your bosom, we still trouble Him daily at your right hand. I sometime imagine whether He has enough time to rest considering that He is forever advocating on our behalf for failing you and refusing to allow the accuser to lay rightful charges at your feet against us.

I know His hands had stopped bleeding well over 2000years ago, but I cannot but notice the blood dripping from His heart. Dear God please forgive the world, the sinners, and the wicked that make the heart of your only Son continue to bleed. This I pray in the mighty name of your bleeding Son.

Thus saith the Lord, the one who died but still bleed. ‘Dear son, I bleed not for the sinners, wicked, or the world like you thought. I already bled once and for all; for them at Calvary. I came to the Throne to sit, but ever since Stephen saw me standing when He was being stoned I had not sat. I stand daily before the throne pleading not for the lost; but for the church.

My heart bleeds for those that are called by my name, but refused to follow my aim. The first love has become false love. Daily people throng my throne blindly in search of reward and blessing. There is much scrambling and stampede at the throne for the crumbs; while I look for those that will command the respect of the angels. Real blessings are sent to those who deserve it, not those that scrambled.
I left my throne just to go down to earth to bless Abraham. I could not wait for Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego to get into the fire before I showed up. I did not allow them to come to scramble at the throne. Daniel needed not worry about the lion; I kept his company throughout the night. Even when he waited on me, Gabriel had to go quickly to deliver the answer. All these experienced my blessing because they gave all to me. They commanded the respect of holy angels and were thorns to the devils. What has my church given to me? Heaven would stand for those that stand for me. The whole of the universe respond to those that respond to me.

My heart bleeds because my gospel has been turned into gossip, my truth into a myth, and the story of the cross, a bed time story- to make someone fall into a deep sleep. The cross has become the dross, and the power of salvation; a damnation. My heart continues to bleed not for the lost souls. My heart bleeds for those who I have left to deliver the lost. Instead of pursuing the lost souls, they are busy pursuing denomination and numbers. Salvation has become a fad, not a life changing rebirth. Everyone talks the talk, but I look for those that will walk the talk.
My church has become leisure, a panacea for Sunday boredom. The church I left behind was an agent of change. A people too strong to be defeated. A selfless group of individuals with corporate identity. I left a church united in purpose, calling and pursuit. It was a church that was not congregational minded but result oriented. When they were forbidden to gather, they gathered in search of the forsaken. A resilient group of people who easily fitted into whatever mould required to get the job done. They were everything to everyone. This is the church that would make the change. Will you stop the bleed?’