Reconciling raisin cakes

 “You can’t separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom.”
~Dr. Kathleen Young 


More than anything else, perhaps, someone in pain thirsts for peace.

More than anything else, perhaps, pain results from oppression.

Oppression from injustice.

Oppression from illness.

Oppression from tragedy, grief or loss.

Sometimes the word “reconciliation” makes me feel oppressed, choked by thoughts of forced, literal embraces with people who hurt and tear and steal.

But reconciliation is much more than that. Much bigger than an abuser. More powerful than any hold grief or loss has upon us.

In fact, I don’t believe reconciliation takes the form of human-to-human-embrace at all.

Reconciliation is about the way God loves us. The way God loves you. The way God loves me.

It’s about trusting God works out earthly things which the utter brokenness and depravity of human nature cannot restore this side of Heaven.

In the Bible, Hosea hears God tell him, “Go, show your love to your wife again, though she is loved by another man and is an adulteress. Love her as the LORD loves the Israelites, though they turn to other gods and love the sacred raisin cakes.” (Hosea 3:1)

Sometimes, we’re so elbow-deep in raisin cakes we can’t fathom the satiating love of our Father.

Sometimes, we need to toss aside our umbrellas of despair and dance in the rain of grace and mercy.

Kick off our galoshes and splash in rivers of reconciliation. 

Spin beneath the thundering sky of freedom.

Tiptoe into the ballet of a life being restored.


“Each of us lives in the midst of particular sins and specific instances of brokenness. And each of us must choose how we will respond. Living a life of holiness and learning the ways of God sometimes mean letting go of our need for justice and instead embracing a world that groans in anticipation of the day when it, and we, will be redeemed. . . It means accepting with humility that God alone is good.”  
How Far Should Forgiveness Go? by Christine A Scheller 

*This post is written with gratitude for the One Word at a Time blog carnival on reconciliation this week.