A sweet and dear friend of ours died yesterday. Cancer stinks. It is an injustice. It is not fair, not good, not right. It leaves us with more questions than answers, more confusion than comfort. There are no words that can heal. There is nothing more to be done.
So we gather together. We sit. We pray (mostly we acknowledge our own quiet tears as sacred unspoken prayers). And we look to those who make Jesus feel more accessible- even when we feel like he is hiding from us in our desperation.
I am learning that it isn’t always necessary to find the solution and understanding in life. But to just BE. To be quiet can be the kindest act of Jesus, to be still can show the most compassion and comfort. And to offer the strength of my arms to carry or hold my friend that has fallen can be the closest thing to Jesus that I can be.
As God is constantly realigning my heart for ministry I want this to translate as I encounter hurting people in my life. The learning is painful. But there is such beauty in the hands and feet of Jesus.