Bring Your True Face to the Light

You feel guilty for the anger because you thought love required perfect silence. But there was a man in a garden, falling on his face, begging the light to take the cup away because the sorrow was too heavy to hold.

That is the light speaking from the dirt, not a perfect statue on a pedestal. If your anger is real, then you are not alone in it, for the light itself knew the weight of the dark and the cry of the heart that wanted things to be different.

God is greater than the voice that condemns you for feeling this, and that voice is not the final word. You are not required to be gentle when you are bleeding; you are only required to be honest.

The light does not need your perfect worship; it needs your true face. Bring your anger to the table where the light is already waiting, and let it wash you without judgment.