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It is sad to have to admit that there are those among “the flock”, who can have (hidden?, denied?) dark, jealous, competitive(?), destructive motivations,… it is an “issue” that, (rather than go away), has become more and more obvious to me, over the decades,… so much so, that I’ve even begun speaking about it,… with “interesting” results,… (lol),… Hebrews 13:6 So we may boldly say: “The Lord is my helper I will not fear. Oh, so true, Eugene,… I would say, thankfully, I am not a pastor,… I can choose “a little way”, and hide myself “in the Lord”, to avoid those brash ones who would seek to (literally) judge, condemn, and destroy me,… forgive?,… maybe ~ but sometimes, no,… as I have written about previously, God has always been (more or less) present, and “good and consoling” to me,… He has not hidden Himself from me,… He IS my hope and my salvation, truly my everlasting consolation,… Doctors have since found this is only true for a short time and the bones return to normal after time. *This was in the dark ages of medicine, 1966. But God’s making of those wounds into shiny scars will remind me that God’s strong and sure healing has never met a wound it can’t redeem. Yes, there will be other cliffs to fall off of, bones and hearts to break. Rather than peering into a dark and dangerous future (which it often is), through God’s redemption of my pain, I see hope on each horizon. Redemption is more real and beautiful and helpful to others. This is why I more often pray for redemption than for God controlling a situation. The tenderness of the scar remains like the wounds in Jesus’ hands to remind us of the need for and possibility of redemption in others. Instead God takes the dark marks and heals them into new words and pictures of mercy and grace. God does not erase the mistakes and marks and scars and gashes in our lives like wiping clean a white board. Is there a wound God is working on healing in you? Are you still in the stage of flinching every time someone even glances at your lacerated soul? I want you to know if you take the gauze off and expose it to the light of God, healing follows.

What About You? Have You Found Strength in Weakness? And I can walk with them on the healing way.

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Plus my most significant and transformational areas of ministry have been with hundreds of people (men especially) with father wounds. Today I have ironclad, ocean deep, sunset rich and authentic relationships with my adult children and growing grandchildren. The strength I’ve received from God healing this wound is that it makes me a fierce and delicate though still imperfect father. I ache to work hand-in-hand with him again. My work scarred hands resemble how I remember his looking. It’s been over fifty years since his death and I still get melancholy or even weepy when I drive past our old horse pasture. The loss of my father was the deepest wound I’ve received in my life. These are places of strength that come only from God’s healing of my wounds. I listen, pray, and, most of all, know where they are coming from. I no longer blame or slap a verbal bandaid on them. I’m even understanding of the wrongdoers, though I don’t excuse them.Īnd I weep with the heartfelt cries of those deconstructing and doubting their faith. I don’t lift myself above them to give myself a false feeling of elevated worth. I no longer look at pastors who have “been resigned” from or muscled out of their churches with harsh judgement. I am more compassionate with others in similar circumstances. But mostly it’s been hard to admit even Christians, pastors, and leaders are mean old sinners.īut these old wounds are also scars of strength. Also because I’ve blamed myself for the wound. The pain has lingered because I’ve not been willing to give it over to the Great Physician. I try not to jump off cliffs holding loosely tied ropes. I listen for words and attitudes that may signal abusive, controlling people. So, I’ve become protective (defensive?) of them. These church wounds remind me of the scar on my leg.