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Bear (endure, carry) one another’s burdens {and} troublesome moral faults, and in this way fulfill {and} observe perfectly the law of Christ (the Messiah) {and} complete what is lacking [in your obedience to it]. Galatians 6:2 AMP

In my world, spiritual problems have always been the ones I preferred because I know a present omnipotent and loving Lord who is always ready with wisdom, forgiveness and transformation. I am more than happy to introduce the two of you.  Spiritual problems are the easy kind- the minute we access help it is already flowing.  In my previous job, I got to be a part of spiritual problem solving, and the days that were about that were the simplest ones; I was just taking those burdens to the One for whom nothing is difficult.

Not so with the nonprofit world.  Social issues and cumulative complications that qualify our neighbors for government assistance – which is the population I now serve – present burdens of an entirely different sort. As I have told you, I have new employment these days.  Work now is a new world in which a burden is not (at first blush) spiritual at all, but visceral and debilitating.  Where scarcity is so dire by the time the help comes it seems criminal to have denied it even for a day.  And I am asking to understand it.  The difference between a spiritual and a physical burden, and what God asks of me.

How do we bear one another’s burdens?

Take a load off.
Take a load off.

I was glad today to get a text from a friend who needs a family to get swallowed into for a night.  She said yes when I asked her to dinner. Her boyfriend died this past weekend of injuries sustained in a horrible accident.  It is going to just rip her up for a long time. Not her first death, either.  And we all know there’s always more death to come.  This time it is her loss, and next time it’s mine.  The only safe place is one where unfiltered pain will not be straightjacketed.

It means something to me that people know they can expect us to plump up the furniture and take them in.  Just come. and we’ll pour the wine , and my husband will whip up some great mozzarella stuffed meatball marinara and make you laugh the first laugh of your day.  We won’t be afraid of your open wound.  I’m so glad we are that family, at least to her.  One less lonely night.

I don’t know if this is what bearing one another’s burdens means; there’s certainly a lot more to it as we try to “love mercy and do justly” in real life – living out what scripture invites us to experience.  But I do know this hurt of hers won’t have a spiritual answer any time soon, and the physical solution tonight – love, dinner, and stories, will help.  We will hope that it’s enough for now.  We’ll leave the invitation open.


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