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10/22/2018 0 Comments sunday happensi hesitate to write this post because I'm not one for complex questions to be summed up in simple answers & then forgotten about. i’m more about the wrestle, the struggle, the gray areas. i find comfort in the question marks & i try to avoid clichés that carry the undertone that we should just get over the hard stuff, forget about the mess & move on from whatever we’re wrestling with.
so with that disclaimer in mind, allow me to continue with what i hope will not be that ^. when i feel pain, when news of a tragedy punctures my small world & my sight gets blurry because tears are my most natural reflex to pain, & a random guy at the mall follows me around the corner to ask if i’m ok, it feels like a thorn bush has shoved itself inside my mind & taken up residence there. & it makes sure to thrust itself against every thought i have, making each of them bleed more heartache. leak more pain. pain threatens our control. it threatens our safety, our plans, our comfort. it voluntarily stains itself on our life story & forces itself to play a role in who we’re becoming. pain often comes with baggage. layers. a certain kind of depth to it that makes you unpack a dozen other things about your life or your self or your family or your habits or your tendencies in order to work through it. pain is a pain. an open wound. a permanent limp. so what happens when we feel like we’re walking from one dark room to the next & there is no morning in sight, only more mourning? (this is where that disclaimer comes in — i am so desperately hoping the following won’t come off to you as cliche) eventually, sunday happens. this is what sunday means : it means a renewed hope that’s grounded in a breathtaking eternity that’s just on the other side of this world. it means a final peace that lands on every thorn in our minds when we remember what the cross accomplished. it means a solid trust in an empathetic God who never fails to understand, but keeps on whispering, “i know, i’m here.” it means a faith as small as a tiny seed that knows that life will send hurricanes of pain over our souls, but our souls are safe. that’s not all to say there’s no pain that seems meaningless to us. the “why’s” are painful & they are necessary & that’s why we need each other. we need to come alongside each other when things are going well & when things are going terrible & we need to say to one another, “i’m not going anywhere,” & mean it. we need to walk through one night to the next holding hands & whispering to each other in the darkness what i know God would say if we could hear him : “i know, i’m here & eventually, sunday happens.”
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