-The Lord brought to mind a photo I saw of hundreds of Muslims - prostrate in a big town square. I was impressed with the devotion. This is what He told me.

 

+ It is impressive...those pictures of the vast throngs prostrate together for morning/afternoon/evening prayer. You think, 'look at that devotion'! I see something different. The problem is the forced obeisance… the group think… the melting in… the ideology that can bow one minute and the next (because the individual has no worth… the one counts for nothing), a bomb can be strapped on a child in the name of this god that is being worshiped. Here's the difference. To Me, each prostrate Muslim bowed down into the oblivion of the masses… each one is precious. I am the God of the one. I am the God of the one lost sheep. I am the God Who, in essence, strapped a bomb on my Only Beloved One to rescue the masses from all that would destroy them. I was willing to destroy My own, not as a mindless action to appease a heartless God, but as an intentional gift to transform the life of every one of My creation. The difference is massive. I let My Beloved suffer because this Sacrifice had power to unleash faith and freedom and love and salvation on the earth. Of course, the plan was always that My beloved One would rise from death – victorious…alive…honored above all, for all time. Imagine the beauty of One Who goes to each one of those bowed souls and reveals to them a Heart that cares for each one… that approaches.. bends low and picks them up one by one and embraces them and calls them by name. This is Who I am… not a distant-impersonal-demanding God Who is incapable of being placated, uninterested in relationship, but a God Who loves, Whose love has cost Him everything… a God Who has sacrificed was what was most precious to Him to break the hold of this very type of cold, heartless religion that is antithetical to everything He is. So imagine My Son - in all His resurrected glory -coming to that bowed throng… lifting one trapped soul up to his feet looking in his eyes and telling him He loves him. This soul, suddenly illuminated, would indeed fall to his knees, but this time, it would not be a forced ritual but a deep response to the power of Pure Love. What a difference! Pray for those lost in the depths of the darkness. Pray for the light of My Son to shine forth. I desire that none should perish. Let My light shine always in you.....