I have a dear friend and brother in the faith who sees things quite differently. We both have a deep commitment to sharing our faith and seeing people find the hope that we share, but some of the “little things” limit our collaboration. We met several years ago in the middle of a planting project, but it was clear we weren’t ever going to be in the same fellowship. We can fellowship, we just couldn’t be the sort of relations that live under the same roof, so to speak.
It all boils down to what we trust.
I met with him today and, it being the start of hay-fever season, I guess I looked a little tired. When I explained it was merely my seasonal allergies that come back every year, and that it was no big deal, he started right in:
“A few years ago I was preaching about blessings and curses, and then I realized I wasn’t practicing what I preached! I used to get a runny nose at the same time every year too. But when I realized I was living under oppression, I told my runny nose, ‘In the name of Jesus, stop running!’ It hasn’t run since!”
For some, the cross is mostly about the little comforts.