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Christian, Speak up!

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At Disneyland yesterday I was speaking with my husband on the telephone. In the distance two Asian women were walking toward me. Just 2 strangers in a crowd of people at Disneyland on this Thursday. One of the ladies shirts caught my eye. To my horror her shirt was displaying two women in their bras and underwear embracing each other and kissing in a sexual way. Before I knew what was happening I was reaching out and gently grabbing her shoulder. "Your shirt.... It is horrible" I said in a grieved voice. She looked at me with a big smile and tugged at it proudly as if to say "Oh, you like it?" as she said "Yes!" with a thick accent of someone who does not speak English. I could tell she did not understand me and I said "No, bad.....It is wrong....." She walked away from me and I stood there, sad. I did not judge this woman because it is only by God's grace that I myself am not depraved. I prayed "Oh Lord, when will you come and judge this world. I am so sorry for how we, humanity, mocks you and hates you." I was struck with a sense of not understanding how God could stand the pungent filthy stench of sin that must arise from the Earth and fill His nostrils. I remembered that His ways are not my ways, and I was glad about that. He is much more patient, longsuffering and loving than I. He is waiting for all those who will repent to do so. I prayed that I would see that young lady again so that I could tell her what Christ did for her on the cross. Looking back it was surreal. That whole interaction was instinctive. If I do not speak up when sin is so blatantly displayed then I am giving it my approval.
Romans 1:32
and although they know the ordinance of God, that those who practice such things are worthy of death, they not only do the same, but also give hearty approval to those who practice them.
I am exposed to blatant immorality on a daily basis, in the grocery store, walking down the street, driving home..... Am I speaking up? Are you speaking up? I need to speak up more. I need to speak the truth in love to those who are perishing. I need to be the voice of truth in a world of relativism. I need to call wrong wrong. I need to speak into the hearts of those who are depraved. To prick their consciences with the truth. To give them a IV push of epinephrine to wake their fibrillating hearts....

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