The holiday season is among us and the halls are all decked!
We are continuing our Professionalism mini-series. Why you ask? I’m convinced that we have somehow loss our understanding of common courtesies. These courtesies or personal etiquettes are reflections of ourselves. Most importantly, they reveal our willingness to honor and respect other people.
I’m so glad to feature fellow Redbud, Dorothy Greco, sharing reflections on thanking God in light of our frailties.
When our youngest turned one, a virus took up residence in my body and refused to be evicted. After two months, it morphed. I suddenly needed to sleep for ten, twelve, sometimes even fourteen hours a day. Unrelenting, debilitating pain became my new normal. After two years of scans, scopes, and visits with specialists, I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia. One year later, celiac disease was added to that list.
The chronic health issues have impacted every aspect of life: my work as a photographer, my parenting, our marital intimacy, my sleep (or lack thereof), traveling, eating out, etc. That’s a lot of loss. Though I continue to ask God to remove this thorn from my flesh, I am now thankful for this broken body.
I begin this post with a CONFESSION to American Indians. I confess not because I have directly sinned against them by taking their land, breaking lawful governmental treaties, imposing sickness and diseases, ravishing their women, robbing their men of their manhood and purposeful work, erasing their cultural heritage and languages, or by destroying the hope and generational inheritance of so many of their children.
I confess because I understand the implications that individual sin has on a corporate body and community of people. Sin has negative consequences on the sinners and those they sin against. I confess because I am a beneficiary of all those sins, and I am therefore guilty in the corporate sense.