beautifully scarred

as i sit and write these words, i realize what truly matters in this life. my wife, l'ray and son , kye, will be arriving on monday (21st) and i can't wait for them to get here. but because i've essentially been a bachelor for the past week and a half, i've been blessed to go hang out at coffee houses and elsewhere, not for the coffee, but rather the conversation.

God has revived my passion for the seeker.

while i was finishing up my degree, i spent significant amounts of time with people who would never step foot inside a church. some were scarred from the pharisaical hyper-religious, some were atheist who vowed to never believe, some were alcoholics, some were gay, some were men and women who thought love was found in someone elses bed, but all were pushed aside, left to be purposefully forgotten by the christian masses; all were marginalized for their scars.

scars are easily seen. as sin takes hold of our life and we make the choices we do, scars naturally are formed from lifestyle choices and the environment we dwell in. often times, after we become christians, we realize that our scars were healed by Christ. then we make mistakes, but we quickly learn how to best hide our scars so that no one else can see them.

the lost can't hide the scars that have yet to be healed by Christ. i wonder why we are harder on or quicker to judge women of promiscuity than we are on those who gossip?

why do certain sins rank higher than others?

why do we not extend the Grace Christ extended to us?
where has our compassion gone?

aren't we just as broken as everyone else, saved or lost?

do you know the best part about my scars? i can tell you how i got them and how they don't bother me like they once did. how i've been healed and given hope. a hope in restoration. a hope in a new life. a hope for today.

show your scars.

share your stories.

reach out to the forgotten,

the marginalized,

the scarred.