Just when I think I’ve got it bad, I am humbled. Just at that point I finish wallowing in self-pity, I am reminded in some way, large or small, that in fact the world is a blessed place full of abundance.
Today it was a man I prayed with. Off his meds, feeling persecuted, I did all of the responsible things I learned as an MSW, like urge him to take his meds and trust his doctors and put it in such a way that he could hear it. And side-by-side with this I was absolutely inspired by his faith, by his hope. In that moment it didn’t matter at all that his theology and mine were night and day, as is our hermanutic for understanding the holy scriptures we share.
He left, thanking me for my words, for my prayers, for my inspiration.
I think he inspired me, more.