after eating dinner tonight at pei wei we decided to walk over to life way. One of our friends told us about this “read with discernment” label on several of my favorite author’s book. Kinda like a Christian version of the “parental advisory: explicit lyrics” warnings on albums.
Then for the first thing I saw when I walked in was the Mother’ Day clearance gift section. I saw a blue/white print of a butter dish that had the scripture “Give us this day our daily bread”. I really don’t think this what Jesus had in mind when he was teaching his disciples about prayer. A stinkin’ butter dish? This is where it started.
I then moved over to the Bible section. The speciality Bible display caught my attention. Marines, Firefighters, Sportmans, Golfers all have speciality Bibles. hmmm…I’m gonna leave it at that.
I didn’t even make it back to the beloved VBS section.
I then headed over the card section because I decided the only place worse to get a Father’s Day card would be Wal-Mart. My favorite was the “witness” card. wow. I found the least cheesy to send my Dad and thought I’d probably feel less bitter if I’d have just gone to Wal-Mart.
I had to leave when I saw on my way to check out “Jesus fish” reading glasses. wow. I think I just threw up a bit in my mouth.
On the way home I started thinking…this really started a lot further back than just with the butter dish. It started with hurt that led to bitterness and then cynicism. I’ve spent the last two good years deconstructing my broken faith. Life, situations, people, ministry, “church”, and myself have all played a part in this. I think it is finally time to stop deconstructing, tearing apart, criticizing, being bitter and hurt.Being in LIfeway reminded me of what now feels like another life. I don’t think I could go back to the old person. I don’t know what this new person and faith can and will look like. It will be different. Some of the old pieces will remain, just with cracks that reveal brokeness. I’m truly understanding and relating to my dear Shellee’s post last week, on what it means to be cracked and drained. I think it is finally time to start putting back together and reconstructing the broken pieces.