Sunday, February 06, 2005
Moses
I'm sorry, but I have to keep most of the facts of this story a secret, as I'm not sure of all the facts. They're unfolding around me as I type. I know I usually hold nothing back on this blog, but in this case, it's about someone I don't know that well and I might effect future events by letting the cat out of the bag.
Essentially, this is a confession. A confession of future failure on my part. Why title this entry "Moses"? Because Moses had a speech impediment and God told him to be his voice. I have a heart impediment and I fear that God is asking me to show compassion.
O.K. [deep breath] here it goes. I know somebody in an abusive relationship. Please don't ask me who. In the past few days, I've seen what I believe is a hand outstretched, reaching for help. At the time, I had no idea of what the signal was until I started asking people.
I've worked so hard to maintain a "monk-like" lifestyle in the past few years that to reach out and help someone I hardly know is a leap I feel ill-prepared to make. Such is the same excuse that Moses gave God though (Exodus 4:10).
At this point in my life, even something as simple as light conversation over a cup of coffee is out of the question. I have a notion to call her and be an ear for her to talk to, but my past haunts me. I'd like to ride in on a white horse and rescue her, but we both know that's not realistic.
Essentially, this is a confession. A confession of future failure on my part. Why title this entry "Moses"? Because Moses had a speech impediment and God told him to be his voice. I have a heart impediment and I fear that God is asking me to show compassion.
O.K. [deep breath] here it goes. I know somebody in an abusive relationship. Please don't ask me who. In the past few days, I've seen what I believe is a hand outstretched, reaching for help. At the time, I had no idea of what the signal was until I started asking people.
I've worked so hard to maintain a "monk-like" lifestyle in the past few years that to reach out and help someone I hardly know is a leap I feel ill-prepared to make. Such is the same excuse that Moses gave God though (Exodus 4:10).
At this point in my life, even something as simple as light conversation over a cup of coffee is out of the question. I have a notion to call her and be an ear for her to talk to, but my past haunts me. I'd like to ride in on a white horse and rescue her, but we both know that's not realistic.
