her mother was pleading with the entire nation. through tears equal to the most eloquent summer shower, she begged for someone to come forward with something. so many unknowns. so many variables. but i didn’t cry when the mother cried. i have seen that before.
my mother was watching too. “another sicko,” she said, “with his lost dog story.”
another another another.
but this time, and in that moment, something turned inside me. i almost cried.
i almost cried for this little girl because Lord knows where she is or what she is going through. but i have seen enough news stories and television shows. i know what usually happens.
i almost cried with the mother. helpless, confused, desperate, what are you feeling? i thought of myself as a parent.
i thought of myself as a parent…
i almost cried at my helplessness. my mind began calculating, scheming. i am healthy and able-bodied. how could i get to
i almost cried for the many times i have not cried at the news. if we allowed ourselves to actually be impacted by all the stories we hear and see, could we handle it?
* * *
what if we actually opened up to each other, instead of making secrets out of silly things?
what if i told you what i have done, what i have come through?
could you handle it?
could i handle it?
is it even appropriate or necessary?
can you imagine being in Jesus’ physical presence every day? you would not be able to hide anything. if you were figuring something out or struggling or hurt, he would look at you – that would be it.
it would be overwhelming to look into those eyes. but comforting too.
so what is the difference for us then? we are still invited to be with him every day. he has left the Spirit as a guide and mentor. but we, we have made privacy a right. and we, we have made Jesus private.
we have even come up with pretty little ways to pretend we are sharing our struggles and being real. and so our stories have all become the same. mine is the same as yours, and yours too, so why would you be interested?
“i grew up in a Christian home, at some point i backslid until i made Jesus my own.”
but what is backsliding? it is as unimaginative as using the “f” word incessantly, except the “f” word has more passion, misplaced though it may be.
how we backslid – and how we got out of it – that is what makes us real people! you want to be relevant? you want to be real? forget going to the pub after your evening service, featuring clips from a Bono interview – tell your story!
shame. pride.
these have almost become as much a part of the church as the inspired Word itself. but how, how deadly they are. and so long as we cling to our privacy, propped up by personal issue prayer requests and bland backsliding, they will thrive.
but where there is light, there cannot be darkness. where there is honesty, there is acceptance. and where there are struggles laid bare, for us to share, there will be love.
it is scary, and as i have heard it put so well, people are messy. and i do not know if i am even ready to actually run with my thoughts here. and if i was, i do not know if anyone else would want to as well. and as much as we need to care about the world, about missions and overseas, there is no need to do a building project in
just give your neighbour a hug.
who knows, maybe their dirt will seem strangely familiar.
in many cultures, washing laundry is something done together.
1 comment:
mhmm..so often feels like if you tell someone your secret, they will turn the channel right after they've gleaned "the goods"...who will stay? we're taking bits of each others' lives to faraway places and forgetting them on the roof of the car like paper coffee cups. aha..we've traded community for commute-ity? always just passing by one another on our way to somewhere else. i like that Jesus hung out with a core crew and made his presence accessible. i like that he made time to stop. to see. to listen. to just be there. i'm learning this summer that simple presence is a powerful, powerful thing.
i love all you've said here, and all that's unsaid but alive in and out of it. it's interacting with that book's content (which fyi, is completely synching up with the past 3 years worth of everything i've thought/felt/desired/imagined), and with a discussion vange and i began tonight about our magical community/family house we hope to have in BC in a few short months...ahhh so good! thank you for this. if only BC and ontario were the same place, brother!
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