There are distinct bonds found in brokenness. We find comfort in knowing that others relate to our pain and sorrows. We long to be understood, to have our burdens carried, to find encouragement that we can make it another day. We can find some substance of this understanding in each other.
Whether we’re weary from treading the waters of suffering or have already sunken so deep in grief that we can barely see the surface, God is mightier.
To all my Black brothers and sisters, I pray that you will rest in the hope of Christ as you celebrate today. Happy Juneteenth!
Our good works aren’t meant to illuminate us, but to illuminate our Father in heaven. Each good work the world sees should direct their eyes to behold our God.
The more genuine and the deeper our community becomes, the more will everything else between us recede, the more clearly and purely will Jesus Christ and his work become the one and only thing that is vital between us.
“Babe, listen to this.” I read the message on the Nextdoor app to my husband:…
