I don’t think I know what to say after writing that the truth hurts.
It hurts to think that maybe I’m not “blessed” because I have more than I need. Maybe I’m just selfish because I’ve kept so much to myself.
It hurts to think that there are people begging God for daily bread while I’ve been gorging myself on all I can eat and sitting on a whole bread store.
Yeah, it hurts.
But it’s the kind of pain that feels a little better when you push on it, like a sore muscle or tight spot between your shoulders.
And so, I’m pressing into the pain and asking me and you the hard questions.
Our dream house sold and it feels like a relief even though it was never even almost ours. But it’s the wanting that will skew the way you see what you have and what you don’t.
I mean your perspective is sort of shattered when you realize maybe all these “blessings” are really tests and maybe you’re failing at giving more when you believed you were succeeding at saving it all. It’s a counter cultural way to think, but so is most unchanging truth.
I don’t think we want to keep everything to ourselves, sometimes I think we just don’t always realize we have what others need? Maybe sometimes we just need an invitation. This week, I asked for someone (anyone!) to meet some pressing needs and I cried when an old friend jumped at the chance to provide two salaries for the next six months for the teachers of our new artisan groups in Kenya. I wept with the mom who saw their family raise as a test instead of a blessing and are now providing monthly rent for our Street Hope moms.
Maybe you need to be asked too? So, here’s today’s most pressing invitation: Mercy House needs 50 people to open up their homes or churches to host a fair trade home party this summer so we can sell product (we have too much right now), so we can buy more from the women who are needing us to do so. (It’s easy, doesn’t cost anything and you get this amazing $68 Joyn bag for booking a party this summer!)
Once when I was getting physical therapy for the chronic neck pain I’ve dealt with for years, the therapist used her elbow to press into the rigid muscles. The pain that shot through my body made me nearly jump off the table. But she explained that pressing into the painful muscle was a way to loosen it and so, massaging the pain eventually frees us from it.
Freedom follows truth.
When we press into the truth, it hurts. But the truth will set us free.