I was a pastor when I nearly died by suicide. I was 28 years old, married five years, and the proud father of a tiny baby boy. No one saw it coming (usually no one does). I’d been a star student, never met a stranger and always did my best to make everyone feel better about themselves. I was born to be a pastor. What happened?
Perhaps you have heard of the concept of viewing the world through the eyes of a child. Children tend to see people and events with a pureness that hasn’t yet been twisted by cynicism and disappointment. Think about how awesome it is when your social media is filled with pictures of babies and puppies. There is something about their untested and untapped potential that warms our hearts and reminds us of our own potential light and life.
What happens, though, when that childlike bewilderment and awareness comes face to face with hurt and confusion?