Jesus’ Vulnerable Life of Love

I’ve thought a lot about vulnerability over the past year or so. The concept challenges me, excites me, and terrifies me. I know that the moments I am the most vulnerable yield the deepest connections and the most rewarding experiences. Still it is a process that lays me bare. It’s like one of those dreams where you are delivering a speech and realize you are completely naked. And I am the first to withdraw, close up shop, and slip back into my “everything is great” mask. And to be fair, oftentimes everything is great. Or fine. I’m not always lying when I say that. Just … Read more…

When Community Feels Like a Challenge

I once knew a highly religious lady. She wore her “Jesus Saves” button everywhere she went, her long white hair piled on top of her head, and her mouth always over pouring with the good news of Jesus. I came to know her somewhat well over the course of a couple years. You see, my mom can’t resist making friends. Even with the people most others avoid. And, to my 12-year-old dismay, this woman, Twila, always cornered my mom in the grocery store for hours.  Already hating the long trips to the grocery store, my heart would sink when Twila rounded the corner of … Read more…

Reality Check: Six Things I Don’t Usually Share

Vulnerability is hard. It takes courage. Letting down barriers and letting people see into the dusty corners of our lives means risking rejection. But it’s so desperately needed within our churches, marriages, friendships, and, even blogs.  One of the things that I truly love about following blogs are the posts where those men or women admit their humanity. Yes, they are a food blogger, but this recipe failed miserably. Or the mom blogs where they talk about their personal struggles with yelling or how messy their homes are. It helps me relate to them and realize I am not alone. Being … Read more…

Creating a Capacity for Compassion #1000 Speak

Sometimes I feel as though my capacity for compassion is low. As a Christian and a youth minister’s wife, I am ashamed to admit this. In fact, the past three years of ministry have made me more calloused. Before full-time ministry, compassion came easily to me. I felt deep, genuine empathy and love for others. We nurtured vulnerability in relationships. Alas, one of the unintended pressures of ministry, (and sometimes church in general) is the donning of a facade. We leave our junk at home and paint on what I like to call my “Michelle Dugger smile” (though I greatly admire her). We … Read more…