I look into his clear blue-gray eyes, and I see an emptiness. This one who brings the laughter and stories to us is, today, full of sorrow and weighed down with burden.
Can I please tell a story today? It's kind of long, but I really need to tell you guys what's going on.
And he hangs his head in sadness, leaving us to wonder what has happened.
So, we set aside the lessons on Plato and censorship to meet our brother in his sorrow, ready and waiting with open arms.
What follows breaks our hearts.
A friend, broken and battered, has entered his world and he's heavy now. Tears are forced back, but it's clear that emotion is strong. He's hurting and crying out for this tiny community, this family, to comfort and pray.
So we do that thing we always do, the thing that defines our group of 9-- We grab the hands and bow the heads and take it to our Jesus, the all-powerful Healer.
And there are tears and broken voices, and there are those without words because emotion runs too deep, but most of all, there is peace. For within that circle, we have found solace and rest. Jesus meets us in this circle every single time, and we always come back for more.
If one part suffers, every part suffers with it.. (1 Corinthians 12:26 NIV)
The hem of Your robe is where our healing lies... Our God, you are here, and in your power, you move... Your love is moving among us... -Christy Nockels
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