This Is My Brain

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Sometimes I have a longing to write my thoughts out as poetry.

Well, I mean, not really poetry but more like just not in any correct or punctuated or precisely grammatical way (some of you are like “isn’t that what you already do?”) I just want to blurt out all the thoughts swirling around in my brain at a given moment and post it right to the blog.

So not really poetry..more like brevity meets laziness?

This is my brain. This is my brain on Tuesday..

To come to place in life where we know we need a savior means we have come to a place of brokenness and weakness

It’s a given

Suddenly we see we need a savior and Jesus is there, perfectly perfect and hugely strong and we run for Him

Into our weakness – He steps
Into His strength – we step

Suddenly what was weak in us has become strong in Him

And we walk on from that moment, eyes opened and we see the others who still need His strength, who need a Savior

And we wonder..

That gap

We see those being weakened by life on the war torn, crumbling ground we were just standing on –

– As we now stand strengthened, loved and firm on the solid ground over here

That yawning, deep, divide

How do we build a bridge?

Consider – what made us turn to Him?

Usually? A story of redemption

A Redeemed who was once
A Broken
A Weak
..told us a changing-grace, a joy-in-spite-of, a peace-in-the-midst type of story

And the best moment may be the one where we realize that our greatest power to lead others to God? Is usually found smack dab within our vulnerabilities

Because within the vulnerable moment, is that story of Jesus stepping in

And we tell others..those still trapped in weakness, hurt by a hurting world, stuck, frozen, dying..we tell them our “but Jesus..” moment

Our story

And the funny part is –
they don’t hear the weakness in the telling – they hear the strength

They don’t hear what we did wrong – they hear what Jesus made right

They don’t hear the part about how dark it was – they are too distracted by the light at the end of our story

They see not just us, but a glimpse of their future self

They see its possible to make it

They see grace

Hope

They see Jesus

And the bridge has formed suddenly

And they run to a good, perfectly perfect, waiting and hugely strong Savior

Yeah, the people on the other side of the gap, teetering at the edge?

They likely don’t care so much, in their current survival mode, to hear about the details of the Christian life we live
They can’t care yet
It doesn’t help to preach to them about how we do life on our “side”

Right now they need to know how we got there!

How they get there

Don’t hide the bridge from them

Speak truth
Be real

Speak from the place of vulnerable

Remember your “brokeness-healed” moment
And tell it – often

Because, in the end, that bridge is made up of a million stories about broken and careening lives crashing into Jesus

And the bridge will only ever be as strong, and as wide as the number of people willing to share the reason for the hope that they have

Building bridges, rambling on a Tuesday and Authentically Yours,
Skye

“I have told the glad news of deliverance in the great congregation; behold, I have not restrained my lips, as you know, O Lord. I have not hidden your deliverance within my heart; I have spoken of your faithfulness and your salvation; I have not concealed your steadfast love and your faithfulness from the great congregation.”
Psalm 40:9-10

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