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	<title>Comments on: Open Wounds</title>
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		<title>By: Brian Dolleman</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brian Dolleman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2016 16:51:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cathy - I love what you&#039;ve written here. Our Christian mask-wearing, image-maintaining, and feigned cheer is not producing good fruit. Honestly, it&#039;s suffocating. Just yesterday, I read a social media post from a young pastor acquaintance who said something along the lines of &quot;show me how you handle disappointment and I&#039;ll tell you what you&#039;re gonna make of your life...&quot;

It took everything in me to not reply: &quot;Well, my mom died in August and I&#039;m still on a rollercoaster ride of emotions - sometimes I cry unexpectedly, other times I ache with a profound sense of loss, and then there are those times when I&#039;m angry and yell swear words in my car. So this is how I&#039;ve been dealing with my disappointment. Am I doing it right? Will I be a success in life?&quot;

It&#039;s as if our form of discipleship today is all about making good fakers. 

Ain&#039;t nobody got time for that.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Cathy &#8211; I love what you&#8217;ve written here. Our Christian mask-wearing, image-maintaining, and feigned cheer is not producing good fruit. Honestly, it&#8217;s suffocating. Just yesterday, I read a social media post from a young pastor acquaintance who said something along the lines of &#8220;show me how you handle disappointment and I&#8217;ll tell you what you&#8217;re gonna make of your life&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>It took everything in me to not reply: &#8220;Well, my mom died in August and I&#8217;m still on a rollercoaster ride of emotions &#8211; sometimes I cry unexpectedly, other times I ache with a profound sense of loss, and then there are those times when I&#8217;m angry and yell swear words in my car. So this is how I&#8217;ve been dealing with my disappointment. Am I doing it right? Will I be a success in life?&#8221;</p>
<p>It&#8217;s as if our form of discipleship today is all about making good fakers. </p>
<p>Ain&#8217;t nobody got time for that.</p>
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		<title>By: Cathy</title>
		<link>http://www.northwestleader.com/2016/open-wounds/#comment-164811</link>
		<dc:creator>Cathy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2016 03:40:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She nails it. The admonishments I&#039;ve heard over and over--don&#039;t grumble, no negative confession, just praise God and be happy/joyful--do have their roots in Scripture and can be pointed to by any of us in a well-meaning moment. But they are taken a bit too far sometimes and out of the whole context of the Word--where David, Jeremiah and Isaiah lamented and in frustration called for God to bring fire. Even Paul was more honest than we are with each other (&quot;I wish they would emasculate themselves...&quot;).  God can handle our anger, fear, frustrations, depression, addictions and deep wounds. We just don&#039;t know what to do with them with each other. I guard myself carefully, being well-trained through years of the Charismatic/Pentecostal experience--&quot;have faith!&quot; &quot;It doesn&#039;t happen for doubters!&quot; &quot;You aren&#039;t healed because you have sin&quot; &quot;Depression is lack of faith--quit feeling sorry for yourself&quot; &quot;If you were right with God, you wouldn&#039;t have xyz or be xyz or struggle with xyz&quot; etc. Some of it is pride--I hate to appear weak--like not being able to run 13 miles like I intended, and &quot;just  walk 5&quot;. And  sometimes we&#039;re anxious to tell our story and walk off before caring to hear one back. In thinking about this as I write, this posturing and lack of honesty among us could really boil down to a lack of community--our American ease with surface relationships and unease with emotion and depth. And I have no fingers to point but to myself. We ache inside but hesitate to let anyone know.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She nails it. The admonishments I&#8217;ve heard over and over&#8211;don&#8217;t grumble, no negative confession, just praise God and be happy/joyful&#8211;do have their roots in Scripture and can be pointed to by any of us in a well-meaning moment. But they are taken a bit too far sometimes and out of the whole context of the Word&#8211;where David, Jeremiah and Isaiah lamented and in frustration called for God to bring fire. Even Paul was more honest than we are with each other (&#8220;I wish they would emasculate themselves&#8230;&#8221;).  God can handle our anger, fear, frustrations, depression, addictions and deep wounds. We just don&#8217;t know what to do with them with each other. I guard myself carefully, being well-trained through years of the Charismatic/Pentecostal experience&#8211;&#8221;have faith!&#8221; &#8220;It doesn&#8217;t happen for doubters!&#8221; &#8220;You aren&#8217;t healed because you have sin&#8221; &#8220;Depression is lack of faith&#8211;quit feeling sorry for yourself&#8221; &#8220;If you were right with God, you wouldn&#8217;t have xyz or be xyz or struggle with xyz&#8221; etc. Some of it is pride&#8211;I hate to appear weak&#8211;like not being able to run 13 miles like I intended, and &#8220;just  walk 5&#8243;. And  sometimes we&#8217;re anxious to tell our story and walk off before caring to hear one back. In thinking about this as I write, this posturing and lack of honesty among us could really boil down to a lack of community&#8211;our American ease with surface relationships and unease with emotion and depth. And I have no fingers to point but to myself. We ache inside but hesitate to let anyone know.</p>
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