The message we stress is that we’re all broken. But how much of that brokenness are we really willing to deal with? And what’s going to happen to it? Do we stay broken?
We tell people we’re having a bad day while keeping that fake smile on our faces. We’ll acknowledge that we’re not doing so hot, but no way are we going to lay out all that ugly on the table. We still have to LOOK OKAY. That’s my community right now. Not okay but trying to be okay. There have been hints of vulnerability and openness. And yet, I still feel the division. Like a bunch of old, cracked walls set up in the middle.
The mask is on. We love to portray this awesome place where broken people can come and find comfort. We have a lot of hang outs and events and climbing. We fill our Sundays with church friends and activities and we seem super tight knit. But take off the mask, and there is struggle and tension and sadness. We need healing and love from God and each other. More than just, “hey let’s meet up and spend some quality time”. I want us to be a place where there’s a lot of heart and care. A place where we don’t just TRY to point people back to God, but that we’re actually effective. That God is using us to really display his love and redemption. And it doesn’t have to be any super intentional “let me pray for you”, but that we’re able to display Christ just with our PRESENCE. I think about some of the people I encounter, and they don’t ever really have to say an encouragement or even try to have a deep conversation with me, but I can feel and see Christ there… in THEM and just from interacting with them. It’s like the love of God permeates through their being because they are soooooo intimate with God, even in their sin and struggle.
What does it really mean to “bear with one another’s burdens”? What does it really feel like to walk with one another? Do a meetup or two? Pray once or twice? Or do we actively seek to draw so close to God and care for these people in the way God calls us to, that just our presence means something?
Everyone is struggling with something messy and rough. And people can sense it and know it’s there. But it doesn’t feel like we’re really tackling it head on. We’re still hiding and covering ourselves, hoping that the bomb won’t drop directly on us. We’re tattered up and beaten. We’re crawling on our knees trying to make it just a little farther.
I keep thinking Jesus, can we do better than this? Don’t you give us the power to do better than crawl? Your spirit is in us, even in our worse state. In war, soldiers don’t give up without a fight. They stand if their leg hasn’t been blasted off. They’re wounded, but still, they run to their fallen comrades. They lift them up and carry their brothers. And they don’t shrink back and avoid the bloody fields. They run back into battle day after day and continue the fight.
Renew. Let’s not lie. I know, we’re holding up the best we can. But how do we do it together? We’re broken, but we don’t have to stay there. We can still move.
“let those who suffer according to God’s will entrust their souls to a faithful Creator while doing good” (1 Peter4:19)