“Sister, you need to pray more. The Lord has shown me some things about your family…”
I am a believer, yet even I knew that the Lord at work here was not the Master of the Universe but the Master of her House. “What did you say?” I asked her. She shrugged her shoulders with the apathy of one who had lost hope. “I feel betrayed. Instead of talking to me he has gone and complained to the priest. I know it is him. When I looked at him, he couldn’t meet my eyes,” she continued after a long pause. “How is it that when something good happens God is pleased with him, but if something goes wrong then it’s my fault?”
She’s my closest friend, and while I have a few choice words for her husband, I know that this is not the time to rage. The best thing that I can do for her right now is to hold her hand and just ‘be’ with her. I watch a single tear fall. A drop laden with hopelessness, helplessness and the weight of a breach of faith. I watch it land and get absorbed into the fabric of her dress, just as she had allowed her family to completely absorb and eliminate the person that she once was.
I am not one to judge another’s marriage. God knows that I have made enough mistakes with mine. But I think of those who profess to be a medium between us and God. If you want to be a shepherd, then know the right direction to herd your flock. Do it with the same love and compassion that Christ showed. When you interfere in a relationship as sacred as a marriage, do it to heal the cracks, not to tilt the balance.
“For the Lord of hosts will have a day of reckoning Against everyone who is proud and lofty.”
In response to the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “medium.”