Occasionally we let someone in, we open the folds of our insecurity and give access to the darkest parts of us. We hand over the key, and it’s terrifying. And sometimes they bump into a raw nerve, they say a callous insensitive remark, they ridicule a strange notion we have, they poke at our dreams just a bit. It hurts pretty bad and we push them out and fold up fast. We remind ourselves, “This is why I don’t let anyone in.” And we run.J.S. (via jspark3000)
It’s right here that most people apologize like crazy. They feel terrible. They were trying to figure out how to navigate the labyrinth of your wonderful story. It’s like holding a tiny flash light in a cave of a new world. They didn’t mean to provoke those old wounds. They didn’t mean to poke fun at your dreams. They considered it an honor that they held the key, even for a few frenzied moments.
Intimacy takes work, trust, wounds, hurts, sculpting in the dark: and that takes time. It takes more than a single chance. Of course we can close the doors, at any second, when we know it just won’t work. But there are many opportunities if we had trusted a little longer, reset the tempo, and spoke up louder: it would’ve been okay. Bridges would be built. New stories are made. You find your hand closing around theirs. They begin to traverse the folds of your heart with ease, and they learn to say those things which give life, which give freedom, which grow dreams. Intimacy is formed out of stumbling, but further down the path: there is so much light, so much laughter, so many steps to the horizon together.
This is probably the nerdiest thing I’ve ever. My pokémon nerd and theology nerd combined into one super nerd. So, I hope you find this funny. I did.
Pokémon Theme Song, Abraham Edition
I want to see the nations blessed
Like no one ever has
To give birth to a family
as numerous as the stars
I will travel into this land
That God gave as a sign
Of the covenant where babies boys
Will all be circumcised
Gotta bless them all!
This righteous seed
I know he will rescue me
Oh it all begins
With a world we must defend
His word is true
His promise makes all things new
You and me, Gentile and Jew
Gotta bless’em all!
Gotta bless’em all!
I’m gonna open a Christian bakery called graceabons, because where cinnabons, graceabons even more.
grant me the grace to not forget the immeasurable worth found in knowing You.
Ecclesiastes 4:6 ESV
Better is a handful of quietness than two hands full of toil and a striving after wind.
How much greater is the God we have than the God we think we have.Gregory Boyle, Tattoos on the Heart (via mgyim)