It has been a long time since I have bothered to type out my thoughts and feelings in a blog. Most days I feel my words fall on deaf ears, closed minds, and hardened hearts...then I realize that the small health community I serve in does not reflect the greater community.
Or does it?
But then other days I feel that my voice is just another addition to the noise around us adding to the chaos of the world. However, during my reflection this past week, I really believe that my silence comes from the reality that even in my quiet, daily care of the suffering and dying, there was a deep fear that my faith would offend. It was not a strong fear, but I discovered it way deep in the part of my heart that has been hurt, bandaged and hurt again.
Who would it offend?
Well...not the Brothers and Sisters of other faiths I care for but actually the Brothers and Sisters of my same "faith". So, I would like to thoughtfully, prayerfully take the risk and sling some stories and ideas out on paper (in this case a computer screen) for us to all process together, maybe learn from, and I pray it is not just more noise in the greater chaos of the world or another brick in the walls we have placed around ourselves in the process of self-protection. So, the stories I want to journey through will look at the core question and allow everyone reading to share as they journey with me.
Does faith offend?
