We’re all striving. But outside of all the external striving in our daily lives, we also need to strive for rest when we’re weary and worn down. We need to strive for help when we’re hurting. We need to strive for truth when all we hear are lies. We need to strive to bring hope to the hurting world around us.
How blind we can be in our own folly, holding the knife in our own backs as we desperately search for the assassin.
There are nights like tonight where I feel that the words are just stuck inside me, begging me to make sense of them.
Is it possible that our rebellion against the spiritual (call it god, faith, whatever you like) actually proves that a spiritual authority exists?
What if we, in our frail humanity, are invited to find strength and healing in the scars of Jesus?…Scars healing within the shelter of scars.