Our bodies are tired of being told to look inward. Furthermore, our evangelizing has become so prescriptive, that I wonder if we are forgetting the wholeness of Scripture.
A grieving mother, a cancer-ridden boy, a depressed sister; our first instinct is to prescribe. We want to start with them and then move to the gospel. Our intentions are sincere, but we are cheating ourselves and others. The joy of this world, our Creator, and the gospel, is that we are invited in.
The story does not start with us nor does it end with our hands. Breathe a deep sigh of peace and hear the words of Jesus, “Come to me all who are heavy burdened and I will give you rest.” (Matt. 11:28) In a culture that strives to uniquely prescribe, fit, and cure, we must remain steadfast. Surely we rejoice in the uniqueness of each person as it reflects an intricate Lord, yet it is the Word of God which shapes our lives. Our love does not start with ourselves or even another’s needs but with Christ. For, “We love because He first loved us.” (1 John 4:19) We find our rest and joy in a story already created. We are the invited ones.
Let us offer our signs of peace with this in mind: He is the beginning and He is the end.