11
Jan
2016
Thinking about Vulnerability
Yesterday I had surgery. It wasn’t a big deal – the procedure was easy…due to the miracle of modern pharmacopeia I slept through it. The next day, today, is a lot worse. As I stumble around the house I’ve been thinking a lot about vulnerability. It’s interesting that there is hardly a soul alive that likes being vulnerable. Yet, as Christians, we follow one who, like us, came into the world as a babe – one who was completely dependent on others for everything.
Excuse the post-surgical high from which I’m writing but here’s where the thought train went…aha! Scripture tells us that we must become like a child if we are to enter the kin-dom of God’s heaven. Maybe Jesus was going on about vulnerability not chronological age. (You’re thinking, “Of course you idiot!”) Maybe the Holy One is saying you have to live with your heart wide open – and allow your heart to be broken if necessary. Perhaps this is how we’re to accompany those who dwell on the margins: the brokenness, the children, the ill, the poor, the transgendered… What would vulnerability look like in these cases? Could you be with the homeless in a way that you wouldn’t, in your benevolence, be recognizable from the one to whom you minister? Are you willing to met people in their poverty? To be seen by the eyes of the world as one with the poor?
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