We stood in the patient waiting area this morning for the usual time of prayer. One of the patients started to cry and confessed that after her office visit, she was going to a treatment center to receive help for alcohol abuse. Tears streamed down her face as she told us that she was scared. A few minutes later, a middle-aged man spoke up and started to cry as well. He told the group that he wanted to stop using heroin.
In moments of great need and vulnerability, I am forced to acknowledge the unparalleled and unfathomable power of the Gospel. I see the weakness of humanity in myself when I cannot break the chains that hold my neighbor captive. I see my weakness when I cannot break my own chains and free myself from my own demons. Weakness: it is not something that I welcome with open arms. And yet… His strength is most evident in weakness. And yet, these days I have seen God act and move. I have experienced Him heal and comfort. I have seen His strength juxtaposed vividly against my own weakness. Indeed, it is a thing to behold.
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