Pride cometh before the fall. It's a common phrase, one most of us have heard several times throughout our lives. In my life, over the past few weeks, I've been very concerned about my own pride. In my actions. In my words. In my attitude. In my heart. I want to make sure that, more than anything, I'm listening to God's voice and following God's call for my life. I cannot do this alone.
I've done a lot of writing and talking lately, about several different topics. Theology. Ethics. Popular news. Sexuality. Faith. Relationships. In addition, I'm doing writing for my coursework that doesn't get posted to my sites... writing about what it means to be human, what it means to share the Gospel. My brain has been in a state of overload, and I've not fully figured out how to let it empty without filling it right back up.
I often ask my friends for feedback on my writing. I do this for two reasons. One, I want to be a better writer, always. Writing is a craft, and I want to make sure I give it my all. Two, the friends I trust to proofread are also the ones I feel know my heart the best and know me well enough to call me out when I'm out of line. Sadly, I've done a lot of writing lately and not enough editing. I've spoken harsher words than usual, and I know that some are angry with me for this. Please hear my heart when I tell you I'm sorry.
As a follower of Christ, when I see injustice, I feel led to bring it out of the darkness and into the light. I cannot sit still and I cannot stay silent. It's hard to name a systemic injustice in a way that doesn't make people involved in that system feel personally attacked. There are people I know and love who have felt attacked and left behind late, and I am sorry for this. I'm currently caught up in this tornado of discernment and, like Dorothy, am feeling disoriented by being ripped out of my own personal Kansas. Tornados cause damage and leave those within and without feeling discombobulated. I only pray that it will calm down soon and we can all find peace and healing.