Have it
This blog has been read by more people than I would have thought. And I’m happy about people reading it. I have unfortunately used it as a sounding board to wounds that I have had no control over and I hope that I haven’t given the impression that my wounds are greater than anyone else’s.
My pain is my pain; big or small, deep or shallow. Elements that I can see and elements that I can’t see are being worked out. Here is a place where I will continue to write with a hope that people will think about ideas that none of us are sure about. I don’t mean to have people doubt the existence of God or the salvation of Jesus. Maybe think about choices we’ve made that we thought would lead to some vague idea of happiness or dreams that we had as children, now as adults we consider them unrealistic.
I am still deeply wounded by decisions that have been made around my life. Those wounds are mine and will heal beyond my control. It’s difficult to stop loving. Some days are fine, a Wednesday afternoon in November, but others are a dark Wednesday morning at the end of June. People I considered family are gone. And I’m sad on days when the one thing I can do is be a victim of nostalgia.
So, respond if you’d like. I recognize the severely great truth in my life that Jesus died for me to have eternal life. But something in me searches in that truth because to just say something doesn’t necessarily imply value. Think of it as being blindfolded. When you’re blindfolded and are handed something complex and intricate, like salvation, you may not immediately recognize it. But you know its there. And slowly through life and decisions the blindfold is lifted a bit more. Salvation has been put in my hands and is mine, but I’m interested in what it looks like from each day I have.
Love,
mike
