We’re in the throes of wedding planning, with family coming into town this week for showers. So today I’m re-sharing a post that seemed to strike a chord with many of you. It will be new to those who have joined us in the last year. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comment section.
Dear Friends wounded by the Church,
As I write this, each of your faces come to mind and tears fill my eyes. For you.
And for me. Because I am one of you.
Maybe it’s because I am that you’ve felt safe to share your pain with me.
You’ve experienced exclusion,
poorly handled conflict,
truth-telling with out grace or hope of redemption
from a church you’ve loved.
From a church that is trying to do its best.
But I think of the particular circumstances each of you have endured at the hands of people who say they love Jesus and mostly I just can’t believe it and I want to rail at the injustice and shake “someone” and make it right, and undo the pain. But instead, maybe I could tell you a story.