One body

It's 1:10am.  I went to bed at 11am.  I haven't been asleep yet.  I am faced with circumstances that I know about and can't help but wonder what happened to the real Christians.  The ones who actually want to follow Christ's lead and live as he did, or.....at least try.  The ones who find the stone at their own feet when told  "he who is without sin".   If we are the body of Christ and every member needs each other, why don't we act like it?  Why is the hand cutting off the foot?  When I stub my toe, my hand reaches for that hurt toe.  I grab it and hold it until the pain lessens.  When I bump my elbow, I press it to my side and grab it with my opposite hand until it doesn't hurt so much.  It's like the rest of my body is trying to help the hurt part feel better.

I had an accident yesterday, some would say it was a blond moment...ha...maybe.  It was raining....I opened my car door and was trying to duck into my car without getting too wet.....my head met the corner of the car door.  What happened next?  Both hands cradled my head.....for a while.  Pressing just in case I was bleeding.  My body parts help when another part is hurt. My hands put a band aid on my head....doctoring it  to get it well.   Why then, if we are all a part of the body, do we not rush to hold the hurting part? To doctor it to help it heal?  Instead, so many times, we blame the hurting part for why they are hurt.  We kick them when they are down...with our words.  We gossip about it....like telling others is going to help in any way.  What happened to the real Christians?  The parts of the body that rush to the injured body part to hold it until it heals?  Until the hurt is gone.  Drop your stones at your feet Christians.....rush to the hurting.  Even if you think they are wrong...because hurt is hurt, no matter how you look at it.  We are one body.  It's time to start acting like it.

It's 1:29am.  Maybe I can sleep now.

Change

I moved back to Atlanta two weeks ago.  Is that really all it's been?  It seems like longer.  Maybe because it's home and I know I'm supposed to be here. Being gone for 10 months and then coming back makes me see things differently.  Or are things different?  Did people change that much or is it just the way I see them now?  An outsider looking in. It is taking me a while to adjust even though I know I  belong here.   I feel like my life is a constant change.  I'm here, I'm there.  I meet this one, I meet that one.  I don't know what I feel or where I'm going sometimes but in the end, it will all fall together.....always does.