A little girls big tidy box of beads drops and life goes bouncing wild. She’s pretty sure that this, coupled with every other foul thing this day held, makes this the end of the world.
I get it sister.
You can sometimes feel like a goofy toddler trying to catch your ball; it’s always just out of fingertips reach.
YOU can’t catch the wild mess.
YOU can’t wrangle the chaos.
You can feel hopeless looking around and trying to figure out how you will ever get what’s rolling wild in order. This is too big.
When I hug her tight and promise to help her sort every last bead and I assure her that everything will find its home, it’s place; it kinda all sets in – this is why God ordained this place. Our home. Our family. Our Church.
Whether placed in your womb or just in your path. These aren’t chance encounters.
Whether she’s your seed or your waitress. This is no ordinary moment.
We are created for here, and we are only here for now – created for loving them here and now. These are our people. We are the body of Christ, a tangible way Christ shows up. We must be present.
Home is the goal in baseball. You get home and you are safe.
If you ask me that just might be the solution for everything tearing a nation apart. Everyone’s looking for home and quite literally nobody knows where on Gods green earth they belong.
They can shout on the steps or the street corners, how that what they want is nondiscrimination, but when the root question is where do I belong, the only answer is not in being treated fairly but is being loved unconditionally.
That mammoth sized church will always have a special place in my heart because they said it when I needed to hear it, “welcome home”, and don’t we all need it?
God designed layers of belonging when He created home, family, church, and community, because He’s good like that. He knows that in a broken world full of broken people we need layers of love. And when people are chanting demands on the governors steps I can’t help but believe we, the body of Christ, has missed our step.
Exodus 17:12 But Moses’ hands grew weary, so they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it, while Aaron and Hur held up his hands, one on one side, and the other on the other side. So his hands were steady until the going down of the sun.