Today Ann wrote about wounds, scars, pain and the beauty of Christ redeeming our lives. Whoever and wherever you are, life will knock you around and wound you in many ways.
This week the scab on one of my own scars was ripped open again. Then someone told me of their own massive wounding, facing eternity and a crisis of faith. Another story came to my ears of deep anguish of soul and uncertainty of how to face the world again.
My own little scab shrunk back into it’s context. I still hurts, it will take time to heal over again — especially if I keep knocking the top off it like this.
For myself I (weakly) called out to God in my hurt, then asked a friend on the other side of the world for prayer via Twitter. When daylight came I rallied prayer from home also. God heard, and helped. I have likewise prayed for these people I know who are struggling through very dark places and others are praying for them too.
Some time after reading Ann’s post today, I read another discussing The Rise of Confessional Media and inappropriate sharing of personal stories through social media. This caused me to pause and consider whether it is wise for me to discuss the struggles of living the Christian life online? Why add to the noise? This had long been a worry of mine and probably should be — there is already a lot of rubbish out there, who wants more?!
But when it is 3am and asking for prayer takes less than 140 characters to type into Twitter, social media becomes God’s hand reaching across the oceans. The people at either end of the keyboards are just as real as my wife praying with me at home. If we remember this we can speak the truth in love and grow together in Christ (Ephesians 4:15).
Sharing our pains and struggles needn’t be voyeuristic or narcissistic. We must take care, some stuff is not for the world to read, but the real stories of hurting and healing, wounds and worship — these are our testimony to the work of Christ in us. This is something to share in humility.
Wonderful, glorious daylight.
Technology, even with it’s pitfalls.
Not knowing how little time I have left.
Patting my smelly old dog.
Waking up during the day when I should be asleep — at least I get to see some daylight.
Time to think.
Finding a refill for my favourite pen.
Eleven years of marriage and still deeply in love
Craig, the only other man I know of who counts blessings like this.