Five Minute Friday: Roar

I read Gretchen’s and Chantel’s Five Minute Friday posts in 2011 and I’ve finally decided to join the fun. Fun – for a scribbler to scribble without lots of editing and thinking?!? Yes, I think so, so here I go …

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Let’s do it. Let’s just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.

For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Let your mind and your words and your heart fly free; wild – no editing, no over thinking.

Won’t you join me?

(The Gypsy Mama)

Roar

Go

The word makes of think of lions – the big cats I’ve only ever seen at the zoo. It makes me think of the little cats I’ve seen in homes all my life. I don’t feel like a lion – more like a pussy. Life roars – oh, how it roars, with injustice and pain. Do I sit back, like a pussy in a window, at a distance from the bustle of life? Or do I roar too? Can I roar that justice matters and healing is a real life possibility? Perhaps the prettiest and tamest of pussies can become a lion. Jesus is called The Lion of Judah – the Lion, in other words, of His people. He’s not pretty and tame. He’s wild, He’s strong, He’s relentless. Imagine Him surviving in the desert. Didn’t He say, “Come, follow Me?” Perhaps, even when the sun is hot and the sand is scratchy, we’re called to follow Him into the desert. Perhaps we’re called to be lions. Perhaps we’re called to roar.

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