I load the dishwasher. Lunches packed and “good day” kisses passed out. The quiet hum of the dishwasher in the background and the cat perched in the window, I sat down to reflect.
Prayers prayed for months. My answer yet to come. Then out of the blue the quiet whisper floated into my heart.
My heart pounded with joy; but my mind, puzzled. Jig-saw puzzle prayers flew from me. I should know by now that God doesn’t just throw the box of puzzle pieces down for me to put together immediately.
For months I kept “Community” close to my heart. Again, I questioned in my prayers. But I was only reminded “Speak and Motivate.”
Then I began to pray on behave of my ignorance. I reminded God how dense I could be. I shouted how blind I am. I wrestled with patience…….or my lack of.
Then wham! There it was in my Beth Moore study. She talked about “immunity to community and the loss of hope.” We’ve been commissioned to serve in a community of believers, followers, and well, Jesus freaks…… Sometimes though, our brokenness causes the immunity. We walk away. We question. We rebel….. or worse, stick our heads in the sand.
Am I exhibiting immunity? Or am I to create a sense of community to make other susceptible to growth and healing? Isn’t that what we are called to do?
My brothers and sisters, if one of you should wander from the truth and someone should bring that person back, James 5:19