This week in church we talked about lying on the bathroom floor, crying, and wondering if you should give up.
Everyone experiences these moments in life: the ones where it (whatever "it" is) seems too hard, where you don't know what to do, where everything is just one big pile of failure and you're left lying on the (literal or metaphorical) bathroom floor, crying, wondering if there is even a way forward. If hope appears, it usually comes from the tiniest opening in the dark curtains that surround you - perhaps a small encouraging word or teensy act of kindness from someone around you or a still, small voice in your heart that isn't ready to give up.
What has kept you from falling apart when all seemed lost?
This week in church we talked about how far we have fallen.
This one didn't come direct from the pulpit, but is my own interpretation: the pastor was talking about how the early church, in all likelihood, spread so quickly because Christians were doing things like taking in widows and orphans, providing healthcare for free, and generally not oppressing the oppressed. Who isn't going to be intrigued by a movement with such radical compassion at its core?
My first thought as he described this beautiful Christian community? My, how far we have fallen. Too bad the Christian church is now largely associated with the opposite of those things. (At least in North America.)
This week in church we talked about the Word.
Defining "The Word of the Lord" as something that cuts to the core of who you are and forces you to see yourself and life in a whole new light, where do you hear The Word of the Lord?
I hear it in art (plays, books, and music) and counselling, mostly. Sometimes in church.
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