It's amazing how much we seem to strive to avoid any hint of post-modern thought or anything that could even give off a hint of the emergent movement outwardly, but we don't realize how subdtly it exists in our individual lives, or even as believers.
I think about that, sometimes.
Even though it can be stained and tarnished, depraved and self-pleasing, there's still nothing quite like the love of a child. That kind of love, the kind of earthly love that we can experience, is only rivaled by the love of a parent. The love that a mother has for her child - it's a real love - something that can't be denied if it's really there.
It speaks louder than words, that kind of love.
And there's nothing quite like that look in a mother's eyes - a look of loving concern for her child. Sometimes, you've gotta be able to see what people are 'really' saying. Maybe it's dangerous for me to say that.
When a mother is telling you that she's ok, that she doesn't need help, she means well and wants to do the right thing... but sometimes what she's really saying, what her and the entire situation is saying is this:
"I live an hour away from here. I'm a single mother, I'm working hard to get a good education and I'm spending a lot of money because I need to take advantage of this opportunity that the Lord has given me. Things are hard, times are hard, I love my son much more than I love anything or anyone else in this world. Even though this crisis is so small, my situation is so desparate that I don't know how to ask you to become a part of this because I barely even know you."
Maybe that's post-modern thought? Maybe it's reading between the lines?
Maybe it's better than saying "Go, be warm and be filled" ? Than saying "Well God bless you," and leaving?
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