10/21/2024
Ramblings with RevDev..
Mark Twain once asked, “But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?”
Though Twain wasn’t a religious man, his words hit with a truth that lingers—a truth we’re often afraid to face. It’s easy, almost instinctive, to offer grace to those who mirror our struggles. We forgive the stumbles we’ve taken ourselves. But what about those who are so far gone, we’ve written them off? What about the people whose pain and brokenness manifest in ways we can’t comprehend, or worse, that frighten us? What if the ones most lost, most despised, are the very ones who need our prayers the most?
It's not comfortable to think about. But if grace means anything, it’s that it doesn't discriminate—it reaches into the darkest corners. And maybe we’re called to do the same.
What would happen if, instead of turning our backs, we leaned into the hurt? Into the mess? If we dared to pray for the hearts that seem beyond repair? Maybe in those moments, we aren’t just lifting up another soul—we’re softening our own. It’s in those raw spaces of pain, of humanity at its worst, that we have the chance to be more like the one who loves without limits. Maybe grace isn’t about deserving, but about giving… even when it costs us something.
So This week, think about the people we’ve pushed aside, the ones we think too far gone. Maybe that’s exactly where our compassion is needed most. And in offering it, we find that maybe we, too, are being healed.
For Those who read my rambling, Thank you.
