I am fried, Ladies and Gentlemen.
I have heard every detail of this particular family's life down to each intravenous needle used to perpetuate a heinous drug habit, places to put the needles, manipulation of family members that would make your blood boil and one of the most unhappy mothers who have had to sit back and watch her children make poor choice after poor choice and then reap the consequences of a life time of bad choices.
I have felt so many different ways today from frustration, to pity, to empathy, to insignificance, to hopeless, to bold. This was a boulder of dysfunction and the poor mother was holding on for dear life, being rolled over hundreds of times per day and yet as it was her family, she could not bring herself to let go.
She said she grew up in church. I am not sure if she still attends regularly but her husband does not lead his family into worship each week.
In a situation like that, what do you do? Do you cry with them at the expense of your daily productivity? Does counseling the family come across as perceived arrogance when you have no CLUE what she deals with on a day to day basis? Do you encourage? Do you send them elsewhere where someone else can take care of it. Do you stay as far away from The Truth that you know will change their very lives in one single moment?
Or do you tell them about ...
Jesus
The Creator of all life
The Father to all children
The Judge of all courtrooms
The Rebuilder of everything that is broken
The Shepherd leading us beside still waters
The Burden Bearer of all things weighing us down
The Supplier of our every need
The Almighty Mediator between God and man
The Comforter in all sadness
The Prince of Peace in a house of chaos
The Healer of all illnesses, addictions, mental instability, emotional brokenness
The Friend that sticks closer than a brother (or husband, or child, or sister)
The One and Only Savior who came to save those who were lost.
What do you do?
Do you really have a choice?
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