recently i saw a young woman faced with unexpected news, wrecked from a past abortion, abandoned and without a loving father-figure. all i wanted to do was tell her she was loved exactly as she was - accepted - wanted - that no past, present, or future circumstance or decision was beyond redemption.
this week i saw a young man full of rage like i've never seen before. i sat through and listened to therapist and patients try to educate him on ways to control his rage. the whole time all i could see was a little boy unable to cope with the death of his father, walling in himself with hurt, bitterness, and unresolved grief just to prevent anyone else from getting to close. i saw him act out, shut down, as waves of hurt welled up in side of him - i watched as everyone talked about dealing with anger - and i just wanted to tell him that rage wasn't the source of his problem. i wanted to listen to his story - because that's all he really wanted to get out.
with each circumstance i wondered if i could do this - could i sit in these exam rooms, so cold and observe so much brokenness all without uttering the name of Jesus or words of encouragement aloud?
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