I have just been catapulted from the delight of delusion to the ruins of reality. The fog lifted like a two by four on the side of my incredibly thick skull and I find myself in the midst of a self forged disaster. No one to blame this time, it was totally my fault. Faced with the unenviable responsibility of informing my loved ones and colleges of my indiscretion, I pick up the phone and begin making the necessary calls. Of course, I expect the worse. “YOU WHAT???? ARE YOU SOME KIND OF IDIOT? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING????!!!!!”
But I got quite the opposite. “Oh, I see. I am so sorry. I love you. How can I help? We all have struggles.” Compassion, I received a semi-load , an out pouring of understanding, love and hope along with assurances of commitment for the long haul. I wanted to say, “did you hear what I just told you?” Yes, they heard, not with their heads but with their hearts.
I have been in the church for 23 years and I have seen all kinds of situations. I know many have been wounded deeply by the callous rule oriented religious, but, in my case, this week, the church has been a safety net of healing and hope. I just wanted to give credit where it is due.