for the isolated, the broke, the silent

When did silence become saintly?

When did bravery equal hiding our brokenness?

Who ever convinced some of us that isolation was okay?

Come.

Come to the group of us broken being restored.

Come.

Come because Jesus isn't marrying a bride in pieces, because the body he has is not one characterized by amputation.  

Come.

Come because being honest about your feelings doesn't mean you're telling the truth.

Come.

Come when you forget and we'll remind you that you're apart of us- the rebels redeemed, the prostitutes pursued, the foreigner enjoying kingdom freedom. 

Come.

Come because silence doesn't make you a saint, and hiding brokenness does not make you braver and isolation is never okay.

Come.