**Sit quietly, eyes closed and in silence for one minute before reading.**
Community
is messy. It's full of mistakes, hurts, forgiveness, reconciliation. Rich
community includes ups/downs, rights/wrongs. It includes what it is to be
human, and for Christians, humans trying to follow Christ.
Clean Community … what an oxymoron! I do not think such a thing exists!
I love community but hate the messiness of it. Stepping on toes, hurting
someone, being hurt, misunderstandings, weariness, false expectations,
disappointments, etc. So community is anything but clean and it is utterly
messy.
In this beautiful mess is life, a rich life, a life lived with others and with
God. There is opportunity for reconciliation and redemption. Community is not
clean but often it is so worth it. In exchange for the messes we get meaning,
depth and authentic relationships. In exchange for messes we receive grace and
we offer grace.
May you embrace the messiness of community today.
**Sit again in silence for as long as is available to you.**
Showing posts with label hurts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hurts. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Hidden Hurts
**Sit quietly, eyes closed and in silence for one minute before reading.**
Why our culture is one that runs to isolation when hurt, I don’t know. I know I run.
We are a culture that puts on a mask and pulls back, pretending we are okay when inside we are deeply wounded. My prayer is that we would become people that share our wounds, our hurts. That we would not be afraid to “go there” wherever “there” is. That we would not be afraid of our own tears, pains and fears and we would not be afraid of another’s.
May God help us to meet others in their hidden hurts. May the Spirit move us to see, hear and love those who hurt in silence and in shadows.
**Sit quietly again in silence for as long as is available to you.**
Why our culture is one that runs to isolation when hurt, I don’t know. I know I run.
We are a culture that puts on a mask and pulls back, pretending we are okay when inside we are deeply wounded. My prayer is that we would become people that share our wounds, our hurts. That we would not be afraid to “go there” wherever “there” is. That we would not be afraid of our own tears, pains and fears and we would not be afraid of another’s.
May God help us to meet others in their hidden hurts. May the Spirit move us to see, hear and love those who hurt in silence and in shadows.
**Sit quietly again in silence for as long as is available to you.**
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