In general, I think the body of Christ sucks at lament, at listening, at incarnational living. I know I’m not good at it. When people want to share their past, or even sometimes present pain I get uncomfortable and impatient. I make judgments and offer quick fixes and spiritual platitudes. I think the reason is that I am not comfortable sharing my own pain. Don’t bother me with yours, I can’t deal with my own.

In her book, Sarah (I can call her Sarah, right? I feel like she’s a friend…) talks about what she calls, Somewheres. Somewheres are the people you can go to when you need somewhere to process grief or anger or pain. She says if we don’t have a Somewhere, we either process everywhere or nowhere. Neither of those last two are healing options.

Praying that I can become a better, Somewhere.