We want justice–

Social, personal.

Fairness.

Yet within the church–

Brokenness.

One story, two sides.

Both carry some truth,

But the opposing side can’t–

Or won’t–

See the other side’s truth

Or understand their story.

Hurt.

Brokenness.

Misunderstanding.

It shouldn’t be this way.

Jesus weeps–

The cracks his tears create

Spill out his love

In his sacrifice–

His brokenness for us.

Every laceration we whip

Into his back with our spiteful words–

Our sin daggers–

Bleeds out his compassion to love us

Still.

We nail hatred into living flesh

And crucify love.

Yet love prevails.

Love covers a multitude of sins.

Love God.

Love your neighbor.