This isn’t something we like to talk about, but I have to ask you anyway. Let’s grab a blanket and sit on the grass and scoot in close. Let the breeze bring in honesty and gentleness and let’s be real.
Do you ever look around and feel like you don’t fit in with your faith community?
Do you sometimes wonder why the scorecard of your Christian life has more scars than it does love?
This whole business of *being* the Body of Christ – it’s not for the faint of heart, is it? It’s not only for when we agree with our brothers and sisters, or only for when no one is hurting us and everything is honkey dorey. It’s not just for happy times, but also the struggles. The ugly times, too. The times when we want to be anything BUT family.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes that is hard for me to swallow.
I’ve had my share of hurts from the Body. People proclaiming Christ one minute and then lashing out with selfishness, done in His name, no less. I’ve witnessed the Body hurt others from afar, too, and cringed and cried at what is done to His name. The character of God being painted with a brush that I never agreed to.
But they are my spiritual family. But they are His people. But he loves THEM, too.
Do I still love them? Do I give grace, and then give grace again? And again?
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think giving grace and loving means agreeing all the time. I don’t believe it means staying quiet or not standing up for my convictions.
But it does mean that the disagreeing, the speaking up, the standing up — it’s all done with grace and love. Truly, in our hearts, loving people.
Can you do it? Can you open up a hand first, give that grace, and usher in forgiveness?
Let’s take the hurt, let’s have it not be in the way, let’s allow grace to balm the wounds.
Let’s let it go. Together.