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The Look

"My heart breaks." That short sentence seems to repeat in me often this past year. There has been a lot of grief this year that has affected my family. My heart breaks. Injustice rages in our neighbour country. My heart breaks. Our Canadian government is not holding to its promises. My heart breaks. So much happens and my heart breaks. It is difficult to not become overwhelmed.

Do you ever find yourself talking about something deeply and passionately that feels like a deep matter of life and those around you give you 'The Look' or its verbal cousin 'The Tone?'

There are those already on the way of decolonization. There are those indigenous people that have lived and led and carried this way. Then there are those who look at me like I am crazy. They look at me with betrayal, like I am an enemy who used to be a friend. They look at me like how I would assume they look at indigenous people. My heart breaks.

Relationships have been broken because of my decolonization journey spurred on by justice. It is my pursuit of the Jesus Way that has led me on this journey. It is, not surprising, but heart breaking, that it is other Jesus people that have broken relationship and some that have become actively antagonistic.

This too is part of the journey. I begin to experience the smallest portion of difficulties. Empathy grows. Compassion grows. Heart break can grow the heart if you continue to walk.

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