The Church of First Responders

No bones about it, last weekend was the hardest weekend of my little family’s life. The marriage retreat was designed to bring us closer, and it did, but it wasn’t all surface stuff. It forced us to dig deep into the junk, the stuff that had desperately tried to come to the light that had been pushed down.

On Tuesday, I watched the Boston bombings and saw that very familiar site; the police, firefighters, and good Samaritans running toward the carnage, the danger, the chaos, to help in any way that they could. It didn’t matter if they had training, or experience, they wanted to help on any way that they could.

I thought back at our marriage retreat, and that night that all the junk came to the surface.

I’ll tell you, before joining our church, I was not keen on Christians. I didn’t trust them, because they are gossipy and fake. And while I felt that way before, that’s totally not the experience we’ve had there. It is all laid out on the table, junk, screw-ups, sins. It’s all out, it’s all real.

And I thought about that night at the retreat in the context of first responders, and I saw everyone run toward us…to help in any way they can. And it was a shoulder for me, and a shoulder for Hubbin, and a shoulder for US. When everyone else could have run away, not wanting to deal with more emotion than what they’d experienced themselves that weekend, they stayed. For as long as it took.

And since then, they’ve stayed in constant contact.

If I called them by name, they’d blush. Just like the police and firefighters, they feel like they were just doing their job…the job that God called them to do. They are REAL. The power of God is real. He is good, and in the midst of the bad, He is the best. It’s inexplicable, if you haven’t experienced it. How do you describe the power of God to someone who hasn’t experienced it?

I hope that if you belong to a church, you belong to a church full of the Christian version of first responders, because that’s what we’re here for. Each other.

God's Beauty, needing no filter.

God’s Beauty, needing no filter.

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  1. Love the honesty. Hang in there. You are inspiring to me.

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