Our culture seems more divided than ever before. Whether it’s politics, education, parenting models, or the church, we’ve perfected the art of screaming. How do you deal with toxic people without becoming poisoned in the process?
We often read things about the blessed peacemakers. But when it came to broken people being exploited by the Church, the compassion of Jesus often presented as outrage. Jesus could be volatile in the face of injustice. He constantly reacted out of great compassion toward those in need of messy grace and radical hope.
I was supposed to be pregnant. After years of waiting, I’d carried a baby just nine weeks before a miscarriage upended everything I ever thought I believed about the way God works. We deserve to be parents! I would yell at the sky. My husband and I were as devoted to one another as we were to God. God had no right to take my baby from me. He owed me big time.
If this was a test, I was failing.
That year I was bitter, angry, weepy, uncertain. Every time I entered God’s presence, I did not find peace or hope or patience. Instead, I came face to face with my own biting disappointment, and the God who had let me down.