The longer I live, the more I'm amazed at the human tendency to anger. I am not speaking about the ability to become angry. I am referring to our tendency to carry anger around inside ourselves for injuries or injustices carried out many long years ago. One pin prick, one little rub the wrong way, and we erupt in a seething volcano.
Perhaps that is why Heather King's words in her book Redeemed struck me as very profound: I thought I'd be loved by being strong, by carrying my own weight, by not needing anything. I'd never understood we are loved by being vulnerable (p. 189). King is speaking of her own anger at a relationship gone awry. In her reflections, she realizes she too has some blame to carry. In her desire to appear strong, she became isolated.
Being
vulnerable is important, not because it has the power to soothe our own angry souls (it doesn't), but because it keeps us aware of our real fragility. We read in Phil. 4:13
I can do all things in him who strengthens me. I think sometimes when I am doing all things, I risk forgetting my fragility. It is even easier when you
have been on the spiritual journey for a long time, and have come to believe that you
are stronger than you really are.
Perhaps we should keep in mind another verse from Philippians:
Though he was God, he did not deem equality with God something to
grasp at; instead, he emptied himself, taking on the human in all things,
becoming humble, even unto death. Being vulnerable does not diminish
us; it is rather a fact of life. When we understand
this, we remember where our strengths lie.
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