3But in the next breath they were cutting him down: "He's just a carpenter—Mary's boy. We've known him since he was a kid. We know his brothers, James, Justus, Jude, and Simon, and his sisters. Who does he think he is?" They tripped over what little they knew about him and fell, sprawling. And they never got any further.
Growing up in the Catholic church I took what they fed me. I always felt like questions weren't invited, I know now that memory is tainted w/my own perspective. I didn't get far on the journey there. I was obedient to rite and rituals w/out having my heart or brain engaged. I am so grateful that in all that, after all that You have shown me more and more how to move. In 'accepting' grace I fall but it seems every time You help me up, I after falling face down and accepting w/out excuses the forgiveness and grace that is always there I go further, deeper into finding this relationship w/You, Your Son, Your Spirit. That all sounds so weird.......falling 'face down' and being able to keep moving....
Broken and tainted......old and far behind.......selfish and self centered.....having fallen and stubbornly refused to get up to falling and being lifted up......uncoachable and rude.......gloriously drenched w/Your Grace and Your equipment.........Yikes
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