Gypsy Heart...

So tonight I sat amongst a crowd of train hoppers...in fact, I think someone thought I was one. I mean, why else would I have been sitting there between two dogs..one named Gypsy. Seriously, anyone who knows me knows that I don't even like dogs. But the Love of God compels me.
Anyway, as I sat among them, I thought, you know, I get it..the way they live. Because they get that there isn't a whole lot in the world worth possessing, that there is something more to be had than a big house, or a fancy car, or even nice clothes. But the search is on. The aching that doesn't satisfy, the constant searching, going from one thing to the next, maybe the best is just around the bend..
God is crying out for gypsy hearts.
Drink. And never thirst.
Come. And find Rest.
Buy. Without money and without price.
Ask. Seek. Knock.

Yeah, I get why they live they way they do. Sitting among them I felt a sense of refreshing. When they meet Jesus face to face, and I am praying they will SOON. They will get it...when they are found in HIM, and they no longer wander, they will be one step ahead of the rest of us who are still letting go.
It reminds me of The Vision by Pete Greig...here is just the beginning of the poem. I'd post the whole thing but it's long..so google it. It will be worth it!

“what’s the vision? What’s the big idea?”

                                 I open my mouth and words come out like this:

The vision?

The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.

The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army.
And they are FREE from materialism.

They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn’t even notice.

That's all...

For tonight anyway.