Some recent life events have reminded me that we are called to balance the tenderness of Jesus with the counter cultural stand of his commandments. As a believer, I need much of God’s grace to help me weep with those who weep, but yet, not to confuse care with compromise.
Too many times, I’ve acted as though loving care is incompatible with confrontation. We all fear becoming doomsayers- and yet: we paint a malnourished picture of the glories of heaven and the torments of hell that show that we are committed to our standards and our experiences as the measure of all things.
Lord, give me the eyes of eternity, a heart that beats with yours, hands that are willing to to make mud to heal the eyes of a blind man, and feet that are prepared to follow, not lead.