The topic for my sexuality class this week is sexual abuse, and if that's not a pick me up, I don't know what is. (Please, oh please, get the sarcasm there.)
I only had to read one chapter today, and it mostly talked about the effects of abuse and the characteristics of the perpetrators.
We're going to have to watch a video about abusers, and I saw that one of our essays this week needs to be talking about our response when we hear about abuse.
I usually immediately pray and say to God, "Forgive us." It's a prayer I use from time to time when I'm struck by our corruption and what we will stoop to do to one another and/or all that God has given us. It's my response to the oil spill. Forgive us. When people are cruel and unthinking and rash. Forgive us.
In those moments, I don't know if I want Jesus to come back soon or not yet. Sure, it would be a relief to be done with all this mess, but there are too many people who aren't ready. I want everyone to have a chance to know him. So many people have been shown a really crappy image of Christianity and have never actually been shown or told Good News. Forgive us.
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