One week ago, our church had its annual retreat weekend. I wrote about attending this event a year ago here.
Our church has had a tough go of it over the past 18 months, suffering a most painful split, resulting in the resignation/dismissal of two pastors. It felt like living through the most embarrassing moments of Christendom; a modern version of the Crusades, with all the drama but no dead bodies. Certainly some very wounded souls, though.
After last weekend though, I have been reminded of something elemental to my faith. God can, and does, heal even the grossest of scars. I am very thankful. He is beginning the process of healing in our hurt souls, if we will let Him.
Over the course of two days, we heard from a young couple with two little children who have, in the past year, found in our church a place of welcome, belonging, and home.
We heard from a Korean seminary student who as struggled with depression, who has found our congregation of place of grace and support and love.
And then, we listen to the gentle voice of a woman who has been a part of our church for more than 50 years. Her husband has passed now, but she continues, in her "third trimester" of life to love, and care, and serve and laugh, and life.
Our speaker was this guy, who is a good and faithful man.
Amazingly, God still heals, still involves himself in our pathetic, self absorbed lives.