A friend is loosing his way. What can I do for one whose broken past revisits, embracing in his own life that which he despised in younger days, dreaming he can really make it right, bearing the weight of parent’s sin, picking it up again? What can I do?
Can reason help? It is barren, and so seems prayer. Slippery slopes are theory; but when one is sliding, nearly out of reach — what to do?
Does God care? He is the Father of the great parable, receiving the broken child with longing and gladness. But must my friend eat the rind again, knowing double its bitterness, creating anew that which pained him so much at the hand of others?
Must the 'shade of God's hand,' the driving beat of His loving pursuit, find him tasting more the dust of death?
As said Oswald Chambers, sometimes God has to ruin us in order to save us.
Must my friend be ruined? I do not want it; my heart breaks for it. Enough with brokenness — let my friend live and be whole!
I pray to the One who pulled me from the pit. I ask Him to do the same for my friend. May he rest, at long last, in the Love that will not let him go.
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