There is something freeing, although terrifying, about sliding into the passenger seat by your worst fear and then staying buckled in to witness how it all plays out. And, there is something transforming, although uncomfortable, about choosing to enter in to another’s pain – not to fix, not to preach – but to simply identify with it out of compassion.
Are we more in love with the idea of changing the word than actually changing the world?
Sometimes the world inside my head gets too intense. I contemplate the foster care system and how souls can stand for their faith until death and why God created an untouchable tree anyway. Why I’m drinking fancy coffee when others are craving a morsel of anything. Why my kids bicker over who is in whose minecraft world while the real world spins on and on. What the final straw will be that breaks our light-weight, self-centered Christianity free from itself. [Read more…]
Let’s face it – we live in a space in history where “doing justice” and all things “social justice” is cool. It’s neat to have a cause. It’s even better to talk about it on social media, complete with selfies and hashtags. This is the era of Toms shoes – or going barefoot altogether in order to raise awareness. This is the era of paying large sums of money for “yes, YOU can make a difference!” service trips that may/may not impact one’s everyday life upon return. [Read more…]