
Several days ago I broke my right hand–the hand that I write with. Since then I’ve tried to learn how to write with my left hand. I have found it to be a chore as well as a window into wisdom that can come only from depending on something we’ve neglected or ignored. How does the Body of Christ honor the need we have to embrace what seems like our weaker parts? What happens when some parts are so neglected that they atrophy and can’t be heard because they speak a language we do not understand? And what if… Read the full post






