Usually I write about how child loss has impacted my life and the lives of my family.
Part of the reason I do that is to offer encouragement to other bereaved parents and guidance for people walking with and ministering to them.
Sometimes I address my writing to a broader audience that may include people who do not follow Jesus because some topics have more to do with general situations and less to do with faith-although my faith informs my life in every way.
But today I want to say something directly to the Body of Christ in the world whether or not you have personally suffered tragedy:
If we are gathering in the name of our Blessed Saviour and pushing the wounded to the fringe of our fellowships,
we have got it all wrong.
Jesus came for the broken,
the very ones who were unwelcome in the “upstanding community”
of synagogues and the Temple.
He had no where to lay His head, carried no purse full of gold and walked everywhere He went.
He died between two thieves, mocked and naked, bleeding and helpless (in the human sense).
When He met people, He spoke directly to their HEART, regardless of their outward appearance.
He met REAL needs.
He LOVED in ways that made a difference.
We are called–I AM CALLED–to be like Jesus.
If I memorize the entire New Testament and miss this truth, I have missed Him.
We read I Corinthians 13 at weddings and treat it like a marriage survival guide.
But that passage wasn’t written to two young people joining lives and “in love”, it was written to the CHURCH as a guideline for how Christ in us should be present in the world.
I don’t want to be a clanging gong!
I want to sing hope to those I meet by reflecting the love of Jesus everywhere I go.
I’m starting this morning at my own church door.