The Grand Canyon. It’s vast. It’s beautiful. It’s colors change as shadows shift on the landscape. It draws you in and makes you want more – to explore it’s depths and heights – to allow your heart and your mind to dive into it’s majesty. And then, like the needle scratching its way across the entire record, my child screamed for the 691st time in the short 2 days we’d been in the State of Arizona that he wanted to go home. As in home, home, like 1500 miles away home. The home we left just the day before on a 3 hour flight and 5 hour drive to get here. The same home he’s been demanding to drive back to since we rented the Dodge minivan at the airport. His home.
Dear Teachers and Administrators at our Son’s School,
Thank you for loving our son. Thank you for believing in him. For seeing the joy in his spirit and the potential in his little body. Thank you for working with him day in and day out to help him do his best in reading and writing and everything else. Thank you for helping him cut and paste and sequence pictures and make friends. Thank you for plodding along with him through endless math worksheets at the end of the day when he is most tired and most uninterested. Thank you. We have found respite in you. That may seem like a strange thing to say, but that is exactly what you’ve offered us each school day since September. A place where we know Zeke is happy and thriving. And time away from the more difficult aspects of Zeke’s disabilities. Aspects you never see, but are very real and very hard each and every day.
Some things are so complicated we feel like we would rather turn on our heels and run in the opposite direction than even attempt to dive in and digest them. Some issues have decades, in fact centuries, of wrong-doing and wrong-thinking attached to them, and so it seems impossible to separate fact from fallacy or truth from lies. Some things have roots so deep into the pits of sin and have wounded so many image bearers of God that we cannot even begin to understand them, much less figure out how to help those left in their wakes. Such things as racism or any other form of discrimination found in our broken world.
This is one of those topics on which I can pretty much guarantee 90% of people are going to disagree with me. If I didn’t wholeheartedly believe my thoughts were 100% backed by scripture, I’d shut up and go to bed. I need more sleep anyway. But I do believe scripture states exactly what I will outline here, and ultimately it’s God’s word that matters, not mine. Of course, you may still disagree with me. So here goes.
(This is a continuation of my last post, which you can find here.)
It’s been over a year since we left. Over a year that we have had to think and pray about where we were and where we are now. A year in which we began to forgive and forgave completely. A year in which we have learned about many others who were damaged by the church we loved for so long. A year where we searched and lamented searching for a new place to worship. It’s been a difficult year, but one God has used to build us up in our faith in Him and diminished our confidence in men. [Read More…] about When Church Hurts – Part II