Sometimes life sucks.
- I have a friend whose wife decided she didn’t want to be married anymore.
- Another friend’s wife has been diagnosed with a strange brain tumor
- Another lost a father
- Another lost a mother
- Another lost six children
- Another has been the victim of rumors at work
- Another is estranged from a son
- Another, from a daughter
- The misunderstanding that takes us by surprise
- The misspoken word that causes division
- The gossip of one we thought was a friend
- Our own pride and pettiness over something we know to be minor and yet, struggle (O how silly we can be sometimes!) to let go of
- A conversation that ends abruptly and we don’t know what we did wrong
- Or a slight we are held accountable for that we don’t understand or remember differently than the one who is offended
- Confusion over how to approach a friend about a perceived slight
- The pressing weight of responsibilities of which others seem oblivious
- The disrespect of a family member
- The careless word of a friend
All of these can blindside us (there is an apt word). They hit us when our eyes are closed and the resulting shock to our psyche stuns us into both a wordless stupor and momentary depression.
Sometimes life sucks.
And then there is the question, “What do I do?”
I’m asking that question a lot these days.
My new ministry with Standing Stone Ministry opens my ears to all of these situations. You see, my basic ministry is hanging out with hurting pastors and other church leaders who know all too well that sometimes life sucks. Many of them are fighting bitterness. All of them are experiencing loss and walking through valleys of sorrow. And a few, have completely lost their way.
Yesterday, I was reading the book of Job and chapter 6 verse 14 jumped off the page at me.
“For the despairing man there should be kindness from his friend;
So that he does not forsake the fear of the Almighty.” (NASB95)
Yes, kindness. Hurting men and women need kindness from their friends. And without it, their souls run the danger of shipwreck. Would you pray? Pray for me as I minister to hurting men and for Stephnie as she cares for hurting women. We need your prayers. Pray for us and for the leaders we are caring for. These burdens are heavy. I guess that’s why I’m writing this at 4 in the morning. Sleep wasn’t in the plans of God for me tonight. Let’s remember . . .
because love covers a multitude of sins.