This comes via Peter Rollins...Jay Bakker, points out the narrowness of the road...
the silence of friend's...is profoundly loud.
A beautiful comment from Kathryn Rutz sent via FB...Ron, from where I'm sitting I'm also hearing a roar of exclamation, relief, returning, gratitude, and hope. It's a very beautiful and very wide embrace in which you can also see little puffballs all over: so many clutches of damp tissues from years and years of tears. Every tribe has these wads of kleenex: mothers, families, friends from all tribes, those asking forgiveness, those saying "you're home", those who have tasted reconciliation for the first time, those happily astonished by the freedom to read Scripture, those who have felt judgment and pain, those who are wondering what it means to love, those who felt left behind, those bound by doubt. There is so much room here, and so many wounds to be washed and let go. Hold, succor, bless, love.
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