Chester, as is his practice, was asleep next to me in the bed.
He woke, yawned, and stretched, extending his legs and claws in the process.
One of those claws caught me in the forehead and I woke up with it still stuck in my head.
I woke up quickly…and stopped bleeding about a half an hour later.
I did not loudly bless Chester, though I was loud at one point.
This new scar will join the ones on my arms and legs from when he’s tried to jump in my lap and missed his mark…and then held on with his claws to keep from falling.
He meant no harm.
Harm was done.
I always forgive my feline friend…after the blood stops flowing and the Neosporin has been applied.
While I was holding a wad of toilet paper on my latest wound, I had a minor epiphany.
The price of real relationship is being wounded as a result of that relationship.
Real relationships demand a measure of intimacy and vulnerability.
The more of both the better the potential relationship is…and the risks become greater as well.
The only way to avoid being hurt is to minimize or avoid both.
Some of us have hardened ourselves to avoid the pain…or only opened ourselves to friends with fur on them.
Some of us have hardened ourselves to God as well.
Life hurts, prayers seem pointless, heaven is silent.
It hurts too much to hope.
We stop trying and we stop talking and we aren’t close enough anymore to hear Him if He spoke.
If you’re in that place, let me give you another perspective.
Jesus went through wounding as well…in order that He could empathize with what you’re going through.
Despised, rejected, scorned…
To have relationship with us, He had to suffer and even die.
That set the standard for us.
No holding back.
Following Jesus means being open, vulnerable, and wounded.
Go and do likewise…remembering that you will wound people too.
You will mean no harm.
Harm will be done.
Jesus will heal it all.
I forgave Chester…though I was tempted to baptize him…
Make your own application…