something that's stuck with me for a few weeks... we operate in central, apparently it's a scary place. maybe i'm blind, but i don't always see the scary side as much as i see the potential for live, grace and freedom from oppression, but the thing that's stuck with me for the past few weeks is we decided to put a lock on the tap of our front garden outside the church office. (i say we, because i was part of the meeting where the end result was a tap lock, but let the record reflect i was vociferously opposed to the idea.)
doesn't seem like much does it? one lock on a tap. we're on water restrictions after all. who even noticed? nobody in the congregations i'm sure. but what about the people for whom the tap at the methodist church was their only source of water, those people who have no home and in the middle of winter wash themselves in the freezing water? i've seen this with my own eyes. do we even care about them?
widjet said in his last post "Welcome to our church, keep out... Jesus loves you, get off my lawn..." so i suppose all i'm saying is, ja, Jesus loves you, but you can't use
our fucking water.
it's stuck with me because i don't know what to do with this feeling of helplessness when i hit these walls of opposition we seem to always face when we want to reach out in love rather than in scared protracted protection. any thoughts?