Messy

life is messy.   i’m not the first one to say it.   nor the last,  i suppose.   but i am saying it.   life is messy.

when i was younger,  life seemed so much simpler.   problems seemed less complicated.   answers more black and white.   i am no less committed to truth than i was twenty-five years ago.   i still believe in right and wrong.   i still hold to absolute truths and remain steadfast to the accuracy of god’s word.

but this is not about the theoretical. it is about the practical.

life is messy.   it involves people.   imperfect…fallible…hurt…confused…angry…disillusioned…idealistic…broken… scared …emotional…subjective…disheartened…cynical…naive…immature…people.

messy people living messy lives in a messy world.

sometimes the right thing to do is unclear.   sometimes the path we walk is overly complicated with the effects of sin and mangled by the darkness of a broken and imperfect world.   the road is ambiguous and the destination is blurry.

if you know people who are struggling with knowing the right thing to do…or wrestling with acting on the truth…or laboring under the weight of intellectual or theological disharmony…they don’t need our smug judgment.   they don’t need our lectures.   they don’t even need us to tell them the right answer or what to do.

they need our understanding.   they needed our comradery.   they need our love and patience.   they need open-ended dialogue and a place to lay their questions down.   they need partners on their journey.   they need light for their paths.   they need friends.   real friends.

where are you on this messy path?

#messy #truth