Beginnings

fragmented

[frag-muh n-tid, -men-, frag-men-]

adjective

  1. reduced to fragments.
  2. existing or functioning as though broken into separate parts; disorganized; disunified:

a fragmented personality, a fragmented society.

(Dictionary.com)


 

This is where I begin… living in a fragmented world.

The world around me is broken, splintered into numerous camps of us and them, each side adamant to its supremacy. It seems to me that if you choose a camp, then you must in the most vicious and vocal way, do everything you can to destroy the other side.

Compromise is dead.

What happened? How did we get to this place, or has it always been this way but I was too blind to see.

These are the questions I ask myself all the time. My heart breaks for the disunity of our society. Racism, sexism, classism, all of that which solely exists to divide…it breaks my spirit.

This is where I begin.

As a Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) minister, I am charged to do all I can through Christ and his church to be a movement of wholeness to this broken and fragmented world. That is part of our identity statement. This is who we are. This is who I am.

Over the last few years I have gone through a such a metamorphoses that I can hardly recognize the person I once was. It is a frightening thing not to recognize yourself, or the world you once belonged. I have at times found myself out of place within my church, my community,  my political party…like a stranger in a strange land; fragmented. I am broken, conflicted, unsure and fearful.

This is where I begin.

Before I can be an agent of wholeness to a fragmented world, I need to seek wholeness for my broken and fragmented self. It is through Christ where I find comfort and strength; peace and wholeness. And it is on my knees, reaching up to the one who saved me where I surrender my anxiety, my worry, my fears…This is where I begin.