As an Intercessor, I am usually very intuitive as the masks people wear. Smiles, joking around, and the "I am blessed" verbiage more times than not hides truth - pain and mental anguish deep inside a soul.
Because most Christians are not a safe haven for the hurting.
Confidences are not kept, judgment rather than compassion is displayed, most are not deep enough into their relationship with God to manifest the gifts of His Spirit, and the art of listening with the heart is almost non-existent.
The bottom line is that today's American Christians (disciples of Jesus Christ) are not Christ-like - most everything is of the flesh and not the Spirit. Collectively, we are just a "good old boys club". Not The Church of Jesus Christ. Oh, dear God, have mercy on us!
So, masks will continue to be in place. The hurting will continue to hurt. Quietly. Alone. Desperate. With a silent scream down deep inside them with no avenue of expression.
But, every once in awhile, a safe-haven Christian will have the opportunity to comfort and help a desperately hurting soul because they are known as such. As was the case last night. To God be the Glory. To that safe-haven Christian, I am blessed to know you and call you friend. Thank you for being real enough and Christ-like enough that you were called out to. Thank you for being an Ambassador of Christ. You made a difference in a life. You made a difference in the Kingdom. You made a difference to me.
Because of Him and Unto Him,