Dear reader, new or frequent visitor, fellow listener-of-whole-stories, co-laborer, and Kingdom-seeker,
Thank you. Thank you for taking the time to read one of these wandering blog posts. Thank you for journeying long with me into the complex and tangled web of people’s stories. Thank you for leaning close when there is joy being spoken and when the words are difficult and sad. Thank you for bringing hope where you are and reminding me of the Good News of Jesus.
This blog has been birthed out of a piece of who I am, who I was and who God is making me to be. I have longed to share with people around me the beauty and the tragedy that I and so many others encounter while working with people on the margins. There is part of that desire that is selfish – this is one of the ways I see to share the burden with you, will you be so generous to pick up a piece? There is another part of this desire that is fiery and urgent, and says these stories, these prayers, these journeyings must be told. Maybe these words will add a bit of hope, a bit of joy, a bit of discomfort, a bit of the Incarnation to someone’s day – maybe yours?
My hope and prayer is that this blog can be just that. A place full of whole stories. A place full of pointing to His Kingdom coming in the here and now while at the same time full of people learning how to live in the already-and-the-not-yet. A place that gives voice to redemptive stories and imago-dei-people and thin places that are often hidden. A place where stories are told through a Kingdom lens, seeing people as image-bearers however marred and fuzzy those images are right now.
And maybe, both of us, you and me, we can start (or continue!), doing more of just that in our day-to-day. Call out the image of God in others, stop and listen to a whole story, share Gospel-hope in the midst of grief, rejoice with others, and above all love the Lord with all of you and your neighbor as yourself (Matt. 22:37-39).
Shall we try? Together?
Let’s lean in, hear long, and sit with whole stories,
(All views expressed in this blog are solely those of myself, Bridget. I do not speak for my family, my workplace, my church, my denomination, or for God. Names and identifying features of people in the stories of this blog have been changed to protect their privacy and confidentiality.)