It's January and in two months Connections will be over. I'm leading Mark 2 which I tell everyone is hands down my favorite track of Connections, as it has been foundational to my faith and following Jesus.
But tonight, this first night in small group, I feel a small sinking dread because I know one of the passages I'm going to deal with. The one about the children, the one about the millstone.
“If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them if a large millstone were hung around their neck and they were thrown into the sea."
Tonight I know who my "children" are, the ones I don't know how to love. The one who hasn't stopped complaining, and the other who I think is plain obnoxious. The ones I have avoided direct conversation with.
I want to argue--but Jesus, real children are kind and open and willing to learn and listen. But in reality real children are annoying, selfish, and pretty dang insecure.
The easy way to end this now is to say Jesus, I know I am a child too, and you have loved me so I want to love them. But what I'm really feeling is a bit of dread, to be honest. (I have forgotten that our God changes hearts and changes lives)
But tonight, this first night in small group, I feel a small sinking dread because I know one of the passages I'm going to deal with. The one about the children, the one about the millstone.
“If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them if a large millstone were hung around their neck and they were thrown into the sea."
Tonight I know who my "children" are, the ones I don't know how to love. The one who hasn't stopped complaining, and the other who I think is plain obnoxious. The ones I have avoided direct conversation with.
I want to argue--but Jesus, real children are kind and open and willing to learn and listen. But in reality real children are annoying, selfish, and pretty dang insecure.
The easy way to end this now is to say Jesus, I know I am a child too, and you have loved me so I want to love them. But what I'm really feeling is a bit of dread, to be honest. (I have forgotten that our God changes hearts and changes lives)
No comments:
Post a Comment