I cut my finger doing a weekend project and now I have a finger that’s throbbing. But that’s a small matter that will be healed up in a day or so. Right now we have a more serious issue. We have a finger that is throbbing in our body and we have to do something about it.
Paul says we are the body of Christ and if part of us hurts — a foot or a hand, an eye or an ear — we are all affected. A dear brother, one of our most frequent commenters and close to the heart of many of us who have gotten to know him, took offense at something I wrote recently, commented about it and felt misunderstood in the resulting replies, and apparently has removed himself from us. This is unfortunate. It’s true that he has done this to himself, but we can still tell him how much we miss him and that in spite of what he thinks, he can never really leave us because he is a part of this body and this just means we have a finger throbbing right now and it feels terrible.
This calls for love and understanding. This person needs us and we need him. Regardless of the reason, nothing is more important than this — that we are one in Christ. No one part of the body can say to the other “I don’t need you.” All parts are indispensable. This is true for all of us. So Mark, we’re not buying it. We’re not buying the fact that you don’t need us, because, even if you think you don’t, we need you. My finger is throbbing right now, but how foolish to deal with a little cut by cutting my whole finger off and going through the rest of my life with four fingers on my left hand. How foolish, indeed, when in a couple days, I won’t even remember that I cut it.
“If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it” (1 Corinthians 12:26). So Mark, give us cause to rejoice. Come back. We were born with ten fingers and ten toes; we’d like to stay that way.
As for tonight, we have a most incredible guest for our BlogTalkRadio show. I know you can hear all our shows on demand, but there’s nothing quite like being there with us live. Enric Sifa is a survivor of the genocide in Rwanda although he lost both parents before he was six. He spent the next six years fending for himself on the streets, and then as a teenager, learned three chords on a guitar and wrote a song that won Rwanda’s equivalent to American Idol and the rest is a history we’re going to find out about as we chat with him tonight. Believe me, you won’t want to miss it. Why not click below, bookmark the site and join us at 6pm Pacific (9 Eastern)?