If you were to make a list – an inventory of all the situations and people that have hurt you over the years, would there be any hurts that you’ve hidden? Who would be at the top of your list of people who have hurt you?
God wants us to face our pain, walk through it and heal. If we continue to just push our pain down, we may never learn to truly heal.
Truth sets us free
First, Jesus is the way, the truth and the life. And it is the truth (Jesus) that sets us free. The enemy of our souls specializes in lies. He wants to create a reality distortion field that allows him room to maneuver in our lives.
The way that we fight his influence is with truth. Pain exists. By definition, it hurts. And the way to conquer it is to face into it – to go through it rather than around it.
Second, God wants to unify us through our pain – and he wants to do that in two ways. I believe that you’ll experience that as you walk through this course. I know I did. He will take you into your brokenness in part to make you whole, and in part so that you can become more fully a member of the body of Christ – to become a part of the whole.
Jesus was broken for us. And his body (that’s us, the body of Christ), is broken insofar as we don’t function as a unit – we work in isolation, but rarely in the coordinated way that we were intended to function.
We are part of his body. But to the extent that we are independent and self-sufficient, we deny that reality.
Here’s a great irony – we must be broken if we are to play our part in the body of Christ. “I delight in weaknesses,” Paul proclaims.
Most of us feel disconnected in life. We long for closer friends, better church, and greater intimacy. To get there, we have to first connect with our brokenness.
We must be broken
Pain is part of life. It comes at us from all directions. When we feel something beyond our control that seems wrong, broken, unjust or impossible, we have to look at the pain and deal with reality. The pain is real – it happened. Acknowledging it is the first step to transforming it.
I had a pretty good and normal childhood. I am the middle child and have two sisters. My parents were married until I was an adult. When I was young, I was an awkward, skinny kid with glasses and freckles.
My sisters were both heavier and struggled with that. They would make fun of me for being skinny, called me names and always drew attention to my “stick like body”. Seems trivial, but as a child it hurt.
Being called names is never a good thing, no matter the name. I carried a lot of guilt; I felt so bad for my sisters and always wondered why I had to be the different one. My sisters also both had dark hair and dark eyes. I was blonde and blue eyed. I always felt I did not fit in my family.
Family pictures were always awkward and i can remember people would joke to my parents and say things like “where did you get her”, or “who’s kid is she”. I can remember shying into my own little ball because I felt like I didn’t belong, I felt ashamed that I was different.
My sisters always teased me that I was adopted and for a long while, I actually thought I was and my parents just didn’t want to tell me. I remember asking my mom once if I was adopted, she told me, no I was not, but I remember thinking it could be possible.
I know that I was not adopted, but that pain as a child was real. And I know my sisters meant me no harm, but that pain was also real and it stuck with me for a long time. Actually, I never dealt with all of that pain until I did this course myself. I was able to realize I still held some resentment against my sisters, and let go and forgive them.