where we'll be safe

My tears flowed immediately.


I cried for Jonathan. 
I cried for the superficiality of mankind. 
I cried for my hypocrisy. 

I cried for Jonathan, for all the pain and hurt he has ever been through.

I cried for the superficiality of mankind. I was angry at how the show played up the skeptical note to make people even more wowed at his talent—his talent could carry its own tune even without these gimmicks. My heart ached to think that if he never stepped up to the plate, he would never have been 'discovered'. And what if he never had this ability? What if he fell flat on his face and was another William Hung? Would people continue to sneer at him and write him off as another loser who has nothing to offer? Why do we only cheer when we see physical, 'showboating' qualities? Why do we only recognise a person of what they can do, rather than who they are?

Do a person's abilities define a person?

I cried for my hypocrisy.
Because as much as I wish that people would recognise me not because of what I can do, I am guilty of having done the very thing I spoke of in the previous paragraph.

Forgive me, Father, and may I desire to show Christ to all around me.

I pray that Jonathan knows the One who has fearfully and wonderfully made him. And for all Christians out there to redeem how Christ sees us—His handiwork, His creation, His glory.