Tag - pain

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“A Man of Sorrows and Acquainted with Grief”
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The Pain of Saying “Goodbye”
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In Praise of Brokenness – From Dead to Alive in The School of Biblical Studies
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Why Have a Blog?

“A Man of Sorrows and Acquainted with Grief”

Photo Credit: Painting “Spring Again” By Gaylin Downie

The above painting shows the winds of change blowing away the darkness of winter and the old season. Colour is released from heaven to earth bleeding life back into the hills, which become covered in spring flowers. Words: “Wrong will be made right, when Aslan comes in sight. At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more. When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death. And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.” ~ From The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis

{This painting is by Gaylin Downie, local artist and YWAM Muizenberg staff of Bethesda House, and we are blessed to feature it here. Her main art expression is prophetic art, which is a visual form of what God is communicating to people to encourage them and highlight aspects of who they are and what they are made for. You can view her art on Facebook here: CrimsonHeart by Gaylin.}

 

My heart breaks and bleeds as I contemplate the extent of the brokenness of humanity. Murders, shootings, gang rapes, molestation, drug abuse, theft… Is there no end to the evil of mankind?

I wish that my thoughts were merely theoretical, but they are not. On a weekly basis I am faced with the troubles in some of the communities in Cape Town, South Africa. It is even sadder that I seem to be more heartbroken than the actual people who live in these traumatic situations.

It’s not that they do not feel the pain, but that the pain has become their normal experience of existence. They are beyond pain. The pain is so deeply entrenched in their culture and identity that they don’t see it anymore.

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The Pain of Saying “Goodbye”

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When I was younger, I struggled for years with suicidal depression. When I look back, I can see that I was so obsessed with myself and my pain that I was ignoring the precious people in my life. I was quite selfishly happy to part with them and to never see them again just so that I could stop hurting.

That was a long time ago, and I am now faced with a pain of a different sort. One of the first things I learnt, when I became a follower of Jesus, was that I needed to “sell everything I own and go follow Him.” I did it, and I did it with gladness because of the new life that I had found in Him. Later on, I was faced with the challenge of leaving my home, my language, and my nation. I lived in Wales at the time, and God wanted me to go to England; this is only a four hour train journey, and I would always cry half the way there!

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In Praise of Brokenness – From Dead to Alive in The School of Biblical Studies

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This post was originally published on the author Lindsey Lautsbaugh’s blog at http://www.thisisloveactually.com/praise-brokenness/ and is re-posted with permission.

The past felt hard, but the worst was yet to come. Thank God, I was oblivious to this fact. In the exact middle, between hurt and more hurt, I ventured off to a nine month, intensive, Biblical Studies program.

I wanted the learning for my future career in ministry but needed it for my own personal survival. In the wilderness of Montana I worked hard, day-in and day-out. Most days were between eight to nine hours with my nose in the Bible.

Many days, it was more.

The learning was mentally exhilarating. Emotionally, though, something new was digging in to me.

I remember the day clearly. In an effort to break up the monotony, a group of students decided to go to a local coffee shop to study. We all spread out to our own tables, ordered our bottomless coffee, and began to pound away at the work to be done. The book of Romans was our current task. This is no small feat to grasp if you are familiar with the Bible. I remember the exact table and the uncomfortable wooden chair I was sitting in. While classmates around me were doing a theological CrossFit routine in their minds… I was reading the same phrase over and over and over.

“so death spread to all”

“so death spread to all”

“so death spread to all”

Then, the tears just came.

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Why Have a Blog?

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I happen to love crime shows. And it’s amazing the scientific and technological advances that have been made. To use the minutest bit of evidence – DNA, blood, hair, tissue, fingerprints – to catch a criminal. Granted t.v. is probably blowing it way out of proportion and not demonstrating the great amount of hard work and other things which contribute. But I digress…

When looking in particular at the fingerprint, it is an imprint of the smallest raised swirls and lines of skin tissue on your finger, yet it’s so intricate. And it got me thinking today,

God has not only left His fingerprint, His imprint on our lives,

He has woven His DNA within us and He has placed His image upon us.

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