The LORD is great and righteous; our God is full of compassion.
Psalm 116:5
Stretched. Strained. Challenged. Expanded.
I spent the last week reading Jeff Goin's Wrecked. His book wrecked me. Wrecked dares us to live bigger, love wider and splash our world with a typhoon of compassion-fueled action.
Frankly it's easy for me to sit in suburbia, nod my head toward suffering with a donation, a remembrance of bygone mission trips and a mention of my church's work in the inner city. It's so safe here our realtor left his BMW running in the driveway when he went in to show us houses. I'm insulated from shock.
Shock can stun you so badly that you don't do anything. Or it can be used to help. But eventually, the shock goes away, and what remains is what we choose to do with the pain that lingers. ~Jeff Goins in WreckedI looked particularly good the February day life shocked me. My hair had been expertly cut and highlighted. My soul had been saturated with scripture. My heart floated above me with exhilaration. A brownie was the punctuation mark on my perfect day.
I settled my two toddlers down for a nap and slid into the kitchen on the wheel of anticipation. A serrated kitchen knife willed my brownie from its comfortable spot in the pan. It landed in my palm instead.
I had seen enough CSI to know blood squirting out of my hand wasn't good. I wrapped my hand in a red towel to calm my head from my hand's flow. I applied pressure to my gaping wound and left myself with no hands to dial or drive.
Mercifully I found the neighbor's two doors down home. She stayed with my children as he drove me to the hospital. About halfway from my door to the ER, shock melded with reality and pain slammed into my hand like a brick wall crushing my resolve.
Two hours later I was stitched, wrapped like I was ready for Halloween and enjoying my meds. Four years later my hand is whole but it still hurts. This is the kind of shock Jeff's referring to. We can be shocked by poverty, brokenness and needs but if we don't let shock fade to pain, we have no incentive to keep going.
Loving others is hard. It's costly. It hurts and is rarely comfortable. That day in my kitchen I gave far more of myself to my day then I intended. It cost me and I was never the same.
Today I want to throttle the BMW of my heart where it isn't safe. Where loving might just not cost me something but everything. Where getting involved means giving more of me then I intend. With certainty, I will never be the same again.
Have you been wrecked? Will you wash up onto the shore of compassion-fueled action or let the pain that lingers float you toward futility?
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Do you want to know more about Wrecked? Visit Jeff's website at goinswriter.com to explore the book and Jeff's writing.
This is so touching...yes we do live in our insulated lives. It sounds like we all need to be Wrecked!
ReplyDeleteI know I need to be. This is one of the best, most insightful books I've read in a long time.
Deleteoh. just oh.
ReplyDeleteI agree. Sometimes there are just no words... :)
Deletethis is so well written and touched me. thanks!
ReplyDeleteOh wow, thanks Lisa. I am so thankful. :)
DeleteWow...what a great post Shannon. Sure makes you think. We live a pretty sheltered life too in our suburbia... Thank you.
ReplyDeleteJust wait until you read the book...
DeleteGreat post. Definitely food for thought! I think we have all been wrecked at some point in our lives, it's just hard figuring out how to let it mold us.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely - God can and will use it for good but will we?
DeleteShipwrecked just last week actually- so to speak. We are surviving. Good post. :)
ReplyDeleteOh Gina, don't know the details but know I am praying!
Deletesounds like a VERY insightful book!!
ReplyDeleteIt is! You totally need a copy!
DeleteOh, I've been wanting to get that book. You've convinced me to add it to the Kindle library. :-)
ReplyDeleteWoo Hoo! You'll love it!
DeleteCompelling and convicting. Thank you Shannon!
ReplyDeleteThankful your beautiful heart was moved!
DeleteAs I read your post, I was reminded how there are times when life hits us with so many shocks, one after another, and rather than recover we put on a smile and soldier on losing so much blood that we become weak. And our hearts become hardened with such protective scar tissue that when we try to help others out of their wrecks we get drafted into a collision ourselves. Sometimes God needs to use others like your neighbor (pastor, counselor, etc. ...) to help us make it to the "hospital" where He can stop the gushing and mend our broken places.
ReplyDeletePraying for the wholeness to serve God better and thanking Him for your obedient service.
tonya
Wow, what a precious perspective, Tonya. Thanks for sharing!
DeleteShannon, I am addicted you your blog. It opens up mind allows me to meditate on ideas that I would not have had otherwise and draw closer to the person God wants me to be. Frankly the idea of being willing to open myself to pain is scary. I avoid being hurt at all costs. But because of that I have allowed my self to become harder than I need to be and clearly have missed out on blessings that God wanted me to have.
ReplyDeleteThank you
Keep opening your heart and mind, friend. God will fill those spaces as you do. :) XO
DeleteSome excellent food for thought. I know I've grown the most when something devastating happened. It is amazing how such things can either make or break us. But often we need to be broken before He can re-make us.
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