
Reflections
Thoughts about living a more beautiful story.

My hope
When our family was fractured
Splattered on the sidewalk into disparate pieces
And I didn’t know how to put it back together
And I wasn’t sure if it was ever going to happen
Because I didn’t know how to do it
And I wasn’t sure if God could be trusted to actually do it
There was one unshakeable idea
God could do it
God could help our family get stitched back together
I had no expectation that it would happen quickly
No thought that some miracle would take place overnight
I had no expectation, honestly, that God would fix our family
But I believed that God could

Letting go of my divine expectations
I was about 6 weeks away from the end of my pastoral career when I heard this tragic news story. This one hit me a little closer to home than stories of war atrocities in other countries and in different generations. I know so many horrible stories, but when I heard this one it was like a gut punch. With convincing finality, I concluded that although God may be loving and kind, God was either not powerful enough to save this family, or God simply didn’t choose to perform a simple act to save them.
My story of following Jesus toward a more beautiful story since the 1980s, with evolving and expanding views of the love of God in and out of pastoral ministry.