This past week, we participated in a soul care intensive, a personal, guided retreat where people come to us at our retreat--Potter's Inn at Aspen Ridge. The man came as soul-sick as I have ever witnessed. Tired, Worn out and Burned out, the man shared his sad journey of loss in the field of his work; devastation in his marriage; futility in his relationship with God. As we talked, more and more infection was revealed. His wounds. His scars. His soul bruises--all resulted in a near death.
As the week progressed, his movement towards the opening of his own tomb revealed itself. By day 5, I witnessed a modern day Lazarus right in front of me. There was life. Movement. Cynicism melted into hope; despair dissolved into resolve and fear morphed into expectancy.
I was the privileged one. I was the one to witness one man being transformed. He heard the Voice of Love--not mine but His--calling him forward.