Many of them are oppresed behind a screen
without any helping hand to comfort them.
Many of them are sinning behind close doors
with no valiant Christian to rebuke them in love.
Many of them are in their twenties
and even in their thirties and forties.
Many of them attend church silently
as they stare at the preacher with anger.
No one seem to care about their life
because it is easier to lift the finger like judges.
Many of them leave the church with tears
as their so-called brothers talk behind their backs.
As many church goers gossip about their sin
and boast themselves of being holy and pure,
many of these addicted man and women are depressed.
They know they are sinning and yet they do it
because of disobedience and rebellion,
but also because of losses, pain, and depression.
Where are the brothers and sisters
who promised to love everyone without conditions?
Where are those Christians who dare to go the extra mile
and reach them in order to guide them and love them?
Where are those Christians who dare to rebuke them
and point out their sin with pride and arrogance?
Who are we to condemn them to hell
without having compassion to restore them?
Who are we to not forgive them
and tell them to leave the church?
Who are we to misuse God's Word so shamelessly
to judge mercilessly our own brothers and sisters
without even asking the Holy Spirit to guide us?
However, God watches from above
and nothing escapes his sight.
He sees the cold hearts and careless words.
How little they know about God's wrath
against those who did not help their brothers and sisters
when they needed it the most.
There will be more unforgiving people in their way to Hell
than the rest of the sinners combined.
Dear brother, dear sister.
It is time to demostrate God's love
and not just talking about it.
Get out of that pew and help the addicted
help those ones who sin by watching things
they should not watch or observe.
Get out of the comfort zone
and restore them with love and longsuffering.
They may listen to you or not,
but you will stand as a testimony to them.
without any helping hand to comfort them.
Many of them are sinning behind close doors
with no valiant Christian to rebuke them in love.
Many of them are in their twenties
and even in their thirties and forties.
Many of them attend church silently
as they stare at the preacher with anger.
No one seem to care about their life
because it is easier to lift the finger like judges.
Many of them leave the church with tears
as their so-called brothers talk behind their backs.
As many church goers gossip about their sin
and boast themselves of being holy and pure,
many of these addicted man and women are depressed.
They know they are sinning and yet they do it
because of disobedience and rebellion,
but also because of losses, pain, and depression.
Where are the brothers and sisters
who promised to love everyone without conditions?
Where are those Christians who dare to go the extra mile
and reach them in order to guide them and love them?
Where are those Christians who dare to rebuke them
and point out their sin with pride and arrogance?
Who are we to condemn them to hell
without having compassion to restore them?
Who are we to not forgive them
and tell them to leave the church?
Who are we to misuse God's Word so shamelessly
to judge mercilessly our own brothers and sisters
without even asking the Holy Spirit to guide us?
However, God watches from above
and nothing escapes his sight.
He sees the cold hearts and careless words.
How little they know about God's wrath
against those who did not help their brothers and sisters
when they needed it the most.
There will be more unforgiving people in their way to Hell
than the rest of the sinners combined.
Dear brother, dear sister.
It is time to demostrate God's love
and not just talking about it.
Get out of that pew and help the addicted
help those ones who sin by watching things
they should not watch or observe.
Get out of the comfort zone
and restore them with love and longsuffering.
They may listen to you or not,
but you will stand as a testimony to them.
