The Gospel does not travel first
through palaces of pride
or through the towers of those
who believe themselves untouchable.
It often walks slowly
through wounded streets,
carried by trembling hands
still marked by yesterday’s sorrow.
The broken know the language of tears.
They recognize the silence of despair
hidden beneath crowded faces.
They can hear the ache
that powerful people often ignore.
A man once crushed by loneliness
shares bread with another abandoned soul.
A woman who survived shame
speaks mercy over those condemned by the world.
A heart once shattered by darkness
becomes a lantern for someone still lost at night.
This is the mystery of Christ:
the wounded become witnesses.
The rescued become rescuers.
Those once carried by grace
begin carrying grace toward others.
The Cross was never lifted
by human perfection.
It stood among weakness,
among failures,
among people the world considered ruined.
And still, heaven called it salvation.
So the Gospel continues moving
through cracked voices,
through tired bodies,
through fragile souls
that refuse to stop loving
despite what suffering has done to them.
For sometimes
the strongest testimony of God
is not found in those who never fell,
but in those who fell deeply
and still rise carrying mercy
for someone else.
Blessed are the broken
who carry the Gospel gently,
for they walk closest
to the wounded heart of Christ.
Pastor Steven G. Lee
St. GMC Corps
May 21, 2026
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