I see a wall. A wall circled around a city with no hope. I gaze from my watch tower wondering how the people of this city do not see their ability break down this boundary that holds back the wonder that lives outside of it.
I see a family with love inside theirs hearts that long to love the people in front of them, but the people that catch their gaze have hearts of stone stronger than the wall. This family, they do everything that an army of three can possibly do. Where is hope? Where is faith?
They look above them and see my watch tower and I raise my flag that is filled with Glory from above the clouded grey skies. Hope. Faith.
They recognize that their battle is not against the stone hearts of the people but against the wall that cut off the wonders and mysteries of Glory. The wall that created this atmosphere of depression and despair. The fight they had in them was being used to chisel away the stone when the stone was made from the wall. They recognized that if you chisel too close to the heart, the heart could be pierced and there would be a whole new battle against bitterness.
I see this strong army of three coming against the wall. They stand next to it and it is like James and the giant beanstalk except they knew firsthand to go after the roots. They let out a battle cry and begin breaking down this wall from its foundation. The people of the town see this and are in awe that someone would go to battle for them. That a family of three would go out of their way to fight for them.
A sound like the heavens crashing down resounds through the town + beyond its borders. The people of the town are hit with reality of what has happened. Heaven has indeed come crashing down. But not how they thought it would with wrath and vengeance. It is crashing down with Love + mysteries of wonders; with healing and captivation. All of Heaven has come and has captivated the townspeople with Love.
