"May your jaded hearts be healed."
A few years ago, I sat in Rosa's Cafe with one of the girls I mentored.
We sat tearing apart tortillas and dipping then in honey.
She passionately told me a story about her step-mom giving away all of her clothes.
She continually repeated the phrase "they were mine, my clothes."
I didn't have much to say.
Why was she so upset?
Is there great injustice in losing our possessions?
To her, the clothes were an identity, a wrapping of self-worth.
She was left with little. Not literally naked.
But it got me thinking...
There is a scene in the movie Babble where the daughter is standing naked on the balcony and her father steps out and wraps his protective, loving arms around her as she sobs.
Vulnerable.
Becoming naked.
We have to shed everything, all of our selves, our worldview and preexisting reservations if Christ will come and give us something new.
Shed them like rags and run.
naked.
into the arms of God.
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