I'm feeling hurt by how my local church benched my family.
Sure, on paper it makes sense. We're continuing to weather a sad transition, losing a baby and suspending our foster application. I'm not minimizing our loss. We need time and space to grieve. But we can serve and heal. We can share as we cry. We don't need to cloister into our mission base home and ignore the needs around us. We don't need to be benched. We need reinforcements.
The scars of being told, "no, not yet" and "no, not you" are bleeding. They're bleeding with reminders of how needs have gone unmet and messages untold. I don't claim to be the only voice that can share the Gospel to my neighborhood. But who is going to do it? Bench our family, not our mission.
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
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