Strange how some people complain about taking their work home with them when in my line of business what I do is do my work from home - perhaps this is why when, at eleven minutes into a new day I'm lying here thinking about someone who is lost.
Lost - an odd word when you're not at sea
Or in a jungle
Or a desert
In a wilderness or a crowded in place
The sort of lost you aren't talking about
When you're not talking in Christian terms
Or referring to moral compasses
When there's no game in sight
Everything is where it is supposed to be (not like that missing watch!)
Except that one person you have somehow misplaced.
Worse still - who seems to have managed to have lost themselves
And you know you are the one to stand in the gap
A gap that no longer exists.
Because you can't have a gap without a person to make the gap appear.
And so I pray and wait and hope and pray(have I mentioned prayer?) and hope that somewhere the focus of my prayer is safe and surrounded by God''s love and tempered by a mind that works, and seeks safe harbour rather than the brainsqualls and tempests of mental illness.
May God touch and His Church act with integrity, love and sure engagement and gentle wisdom all those who are broken, confused and confounded.
May all who others have cruelly labelled as 'mad' find a harbour in the sanity of Christ's people.
Please pray for those with mental illness.
Pax
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