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Dear Church,

I tossed and turned last night pondering my recent visit to the mountains. Sunday I longed to be home attending church with our church family. As I neared the local church during my morning run, singing could be heard through the open windows. I glanced around and noticed 5 vehicles parked outside the old red brick church. As I rounded the bend I wondered who had made it to church that morning, and why so few? Then it hit me. Church members were becoming fewer in number while those attending the local KKK meeting were expected to be 150. What has happened to the local church? If one part of the body is hurting, isn’t it all affected somehow?


This is where my story continues, years ago a man told me he loved me and showed me in ways that would later be deemed as inappropriate as I was still a child. No matter what he did to me, I tell you, that wasn’t love. I became full of bitterness and anger. I found my life spiraling downward and I lashed out at everyone. In my deepest rage True Love stepped in and wouldn’t let me go. The sin I was trapped in wouldn’t stop until I spoke out against it. Jesus is the reason I am still here. He has been healing my heart over the years and I sit here now writing to you with tears of joy because he set me free.  His Love is immeasurable. His Love is real. His Love is eternal.

In that small back country place, bitterness and anger rears it’s ugly head tempting men, women, and children with alcohol, drugs, and sex. These things won’t ever satisfy. There is so much more that waits for them, I know because I’m living it. I urge you Christians to share His love. People are hurting, they are lost, and they are unsatisfied with anger and bitterness. These things can only be healed with those willing to serve. Those willing to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Christians, don’t be afraid to speak the name of Jesus.

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go. – Joshua 1:9

Perhaps they aren’t the only ones hurting…





  1. Anita on July 14, 2016 at 9:26 am

    That was beautiful, Vicki! Praise Jesus for setting you free and healing your heart!! I love you, sis!

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Vicki L. Moag
About Vicki L. Moag

Author Vicki L. Moag grew up in the mountains of Pennsylvania with a love for music and the outdoors. Now, whether singing in a choir, the congregation, or teaching children, she finds a way to share her love of music with others. She currently resides with her family in South Carolina, where they enjoy countless adventures together.


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