Sometimes church is hard for me.
Not because I am angry with God, His people or His Word.
But because my experience is an outlier for Western “Sunshine” Christianity.
I don’t fit in with the folks who smile and wave and pretend that they have all they ever wanted, heaven is a nice place to look forward to, and they are “living their best life now”.
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We of the conservative right rail against political correctness.
We chafe at the constraints imposed from government, media and society that make us feel strangled when we share our faith, our opinion and our life values.
“Free speech!” we cry.
Yet the church has its own form of political correctness that often silences and isolates the very ones we should be serving.
It comes in the form of quick Scriptural replies to heart cries of “Where is God?” (“He’s right here beside you, faithful and good.”)
“Why did this happen?” (“All things work together for good for those that love the Lord.”)
“I don’t think I can take it anymore!” (“I can do all things through Christ.” Or “We are more than conquerors through Jesus.”)
Where is the compassion in that?
I firmly believe that:
All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness,
2 Timothy 3:16
Yet, wisdom isn’t only knowing WHAT to say, it’s also discerning WHEN to say it.
Sunday School answers only serve to widen the gap between hurting hearts and the hallelujah crowd.
What wounded hearts need first is understanding, not correction. They need to know that church is a safe place to speak the pain they carry. They need to be welcomed into a community of grace and mercy where healing can begin.