I was sitting in the subway train going south on the blue line and i heard the roar? the glide? of our train whizzing on the tracks and in the tunnel...and it made me cry. It made me cry because the train was packed. Every seat was taken and people were standing up and yet noone was aware of anyone else's person. Of course they felt their presence...but not the person. Is this how Satan wins? By letting bums on go from train to train to train dragging their bodies by and others turning there head? "Nobody cares for me!" the bum cries and no one refutes him even though... the bum passes out flyers explaining their plight, sits in the subway station bowing in the middle of the stairs, or openly displays his physical scars that irrefutably leave emotional scars... So he lives out his life believing that no one cares... BUT I CAN'T STOP THERE.... This is when we reach out and let God give them a ray a hope. A dollar? You think it's nothing? How about knowing that someone cares to give you a dollar...that you exist... that people respond to you and your circumstances and realize that somebody...some entity cares. I listened to a powerful sermon.... Hold on to your hats... because this could change your life... The question is... "What is heaven?" Is it a place? Castles made of clouds? An Eden? Well, if you know the answer let me know.... But the pastor said something profound... he said... When we go to heaven.... wherever it is... and see the look on God's face.... we'll know THAT.... THAT is what we have been searching for our entire lives... That look on God's face as he feasts His eyes on you... and you see how much He has been longing and waiting and loving you....how He loves you exactly the way you are. The Pastor said it so much better. Anyways.. I'm grateful for this moment of gratefulness. Thanks guys for reading this... means a lot to me. ^^ | 
