Get out of that Pit
A few days ago I stood in a line for something my Bible study publisher called a “meet and greet.” I had the joy of hugging at least a hundred and fifty necks of studio audience members for the Bible-study taping we’d just concluded. Laughter and happy testimonies filled the room and flooded my heart. By the time I hugged the last person, however, my mind was spinning from the more private kinds of things that had been whispered in my ear. One woman had recently lost a twenty-two-year-old daughter in a car accident. Inconceivably, another just behind her had buried a beloved three-year-old not long ago. Then I hugged a precious woman with a brightly colored scarf hiding the ravages of breast cancer that had recently metastasized to her brain. Beside her stood her sister who was doing everything she could not to give way to bitterness. A few minutes later I hugged the neck of someone battling an eating disorder. Then I embraced a pastor’s wife whose husband had recently been invited out of their church. Another person slipped me a piece of paper and whispered, “Just read the note, but not right now!” The note was a request for prayer that she would be delivered from a long-term addiction.