We’ve all broken dishes at one time or another. Leslie and I are avid collectors of family artifacts and have inherited hundreds of pieces of china and other breakable mementos. Because we display these rare treasures rather than store them, some have been broken. Because of their sentimental worth we try to fix these pieces. In some cases we simply put them in a box with other broken wears in hopes that we can do a mosaic with them later.
You see, even broken heirlooms are of high value to me. Yet, until today I hadn’t considered the deep value of the actual fracture. I have long preferred fixing these items in such a way that their brokenness is masked, which is how so many of us treat our own personal struggles, weaknesses and failures. We go to counseling or support groups to “fix” ourselves and then try to pretend nothing ever happened. Like that’s even possible.
Cross-posted from the Exodus Blog. Excellent article!
Making Room: A Shift Toward Compassion
by Julie Rodgers
As a passionate follower of Jesus Christ, I’ve spent the past decade of my life trying to change my homosexual orientation. When I attended my first Exodus conference ten years ago, I heard story after story of people who had experienced substantial shifts in their sexual attractions. Countless men and women, who had previously been involved in intimate homosexual relationships, were sharing compelling testimonies about their transformation from homosexual to heterosexual.
Thrilled with the prospect that I too would experience a similar transformation in my attractions, I committed myself whole-heartedly to the process. About seven years into that season—the non-stop support groups, ongoing counseling, healthy friendships with heterosexual women, abstaining from homosexual behavior, and praying with all my heart for the Lord to change my desires—I realized I was as passionately attracted to women as I had ever been. I felt more alive, with a more vibrant relationship with Christ and His people, but I was still almost exclusively attracted to other women. When I watched a romantic comedy, I dreamed of snuggling with a girl rather than a man holding me tight.