Recently, a parishioner described to me her experience of a funeral at another church. “They kept talking about the person’s ‘transition,’” she said. “It took me a while to figure out that they were using that word as a euphemism for death.”
My daughter has outgrown her bold statements. But now I miss her brutal honesty.
To wrap our children in cotton and insulate them from reality, from the hard and jagged edges of life, is to do them a deep disservice—because Jesus shows up in those hard places.
In order to follow Jesus, we must be willing to venture honestly both into our own brokenness and that of our world.