A couple weeks ago I started reading a book for the main reason being the title made me laugh. I know it's a silly title but hey it's catchy. Here's an excerpt from Oliver Burkeman's book titled "The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can't Stand Positive Thinking."
'To be vulnerable,' argue the psychotherapists Hal and Sidra Stone, 'is to be without defensive armour, to be authentic and present...when we are able to feel our vulnerability, we are able to experience the full range of our reactions to the world around us.' The point, says Brene Brown, a professor social work who has studied the psychological benefits of vulnerability, is that 'you can't selectively numb emotion. You can't say here's the bad stuff; here's vulnerability, here's grief, here's shame, here's fear, here's disappointment: I don't want these.' In the end, the only way you can achieve protection from the negatives is by achieving protection from the positives, too -- whereupon you realise that you didn't really want such protection at all. Or as C.S. Lewis put it, more poetically:
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung, and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with your 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.
Whether this post makes you sad or not, I'm happy with the fact that it is real and true. Just like any faith in one Redeemer who can penetrate any heart needs to be just as real. Take this Thanksgiving week to be real with your Healer. And if you can, be willing to be broken by the people you love so you can truly love them back.