(the very word comes from its Latin root meaning "to wound")
Over the past year, I've strove to open up in my relationships and show the most intimate sides of myself to those whom I love. Some of this has been done right on these pages, through this blog.
How vulnerable are we as Christians? Most of us are slim to none.
We're self-protective, politically correct, and afraid.
Afraid of getting hurt. Afraid of being rejected. Afraid. Afraid. Afraid.
Instead of embracing vulnerability, we've done the exact opposite. We've built lives disconnected from love; lived defensively, detached, isolated and rigid, where one cannot personally grow or relationally grow with God and others.
Newsflash: there is no safety or security in this life. Our only guarantee is eternal life which Jesus has secured for us.
Vulnerability is good and even commanded from God. Jesus told us to have child-like faith. A young child is vulnerable- trusting, open, and accepting.
We all want to feel and know we are secure in this world, but to what degree can we and at what expense?
“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.” - C.S. Lewis