Healing is not gentle. It’s intimate and bruising. To hold someone close enough to heal them is to absorb their damage.
From a poem, Benjamin Roberts:
For to give blessing
Is to take a curse
Without honor
Devastating.
True blessing is substitutionary. You don’t just help; you carry. And you don’t get applause for it. No recognition. No clean narrative. Just weight transferred from another onto you.
Redemptive love is costly, anonymous, and often misunderstood.
The only flawless model of Peace in human history certainly paid this price. The rest of us can at least move to “walk in his steps“ — if we are willing to trek this costly path, and to “drink his cup“ that eventually comes with jeering, rather than applause.
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