If the world is indeed full of frail, lonely people, then how is it (or are they) to find any hope of persevering against a face of utter despair unless a few rise up from their own brokenness to offer what little strength and hope remain? For only then can the cracks begin to mend. Only then, through the grace and for the glory of God, can the world be made whole again.
Therefore, rise up. Rise up and stand with the face of a servant and the heart of a conqueror; for the sword of redemption has already long been at hand. It merely waits for us. It waits for us to rise from the shadows to receive the source of its light. It waits for us to wield such hope against despair.
Let it be so, and the world shall be set free. Let it be so, and we, its fragile people, shall find peace. Now and forevermore. AMEN.