Well, hello there!
How many of you are crawling here on exhausted knees this week? Anybody else experiencing the emotional highs and lows that accompany the first week back to school? Or maybe you’re still trying to recover from re-entry into reality after a relaxing, long Labor Day weekend?
Whatever the case may be, I hope you feel welcome here. Make yourself a cuppa tea, kick up your feet, and stay a while.
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This week’s Five Minute Friday prompt is:
My 14-year-old fractured his tibia last week. Besides when I broke my big toe two summers ago, this is the first broken bone in the family.
As we’re navigating through this uncharted territory, I’ve been struck by the way one person’s injury affects many. I’ve felt the ripple effects and consequences, the squirming and wriggling as we all try to figure out how to function in this new, though temporary, normal.
And it occurred to me that in many ways, an injury to one is an injury to all.
We call ourselves the body of Christ. We say we are one.
When one part of the body hurts, we all hurt.
But do we really?
Do we really pause to take notice of another member’s pain? Are we willing to readjust in order to compensate for their weakness?
Do we show compassion, or do we brusquely brush off the pain and give them a “buck up or back off” look?
The most striking aspect of this experience is that my son hasn’t complained once. Yes, he has expressed his pain and asked for painkillers, but he hasn’t done so with a complaining spirit.
He has exuded patience.
And this patience points me to the truth that yes, God is going to heal. It may take time — five weeks, six weeks, maybe more — but He will make the broken things whole.
And so I hold onto this hope for all of us — that God is healing His land, His people, His body. He is, and He will, and He already has, when He restored the broken body of His son back to wholeness.
Back to life.
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