Talk to me, Abba.
I've been thinking a lot about truth and loving my neighbor as myself. What does that truly look like? I posted something last week and received some bashing hate mail from someone I don't even really know. It was so distracting that I chose to delete the article I posted. The question I came away with is how to gracefully share truth. How can we call sin sin without injuring our friend? How do we mercifully plead with someone to come home to truth. Honestly, I don't know. I just keep seeing all of these things that say our faith can't dictate our sexuality, but the more I read the more I see that the Bible speaks in huge ways about it. One of us is wrong. If sin ceases to be sin or if we can choose what we believe to be sin, do we have any need of Jesus?
On a another note, I am deeply grieved about Robin Williams. That could have been me. It was one of my brothers. In the past I sat deeply and drank from the well of deep despair for many years. I attempted suicide. I can look back and see how every thought was shrouded by the enemy. Lie built upon lie and I agreed with him. In those moments, that facade seemed so real. I had never really felt loved. I can see into that pain. I just want to share something with you. You may be sitting there stuck in the mire. You may not believe you are trapped in sin. If, however, you wake up one day in the pain of a heart looking for answers and needing a hand up to healing, I'm here. I'll be here. Jesus is a beautiful, gracious, merciful Saviour that will never shame you. May your healing come.