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Several years ago Miranda Lambert recorded the song, “The House that Built Me.” What a song it is! A passionate plea from a young woman who is seeking connection to her home, a connection to her roots, a connection to the love and compassion that raised her. Her desire for that connection is so great she seeks to reach out and touch it by returning to her childhood home. The refrain is as follows. If you know the song, sing along.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it. This brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it’s like I’m someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself. If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave. Won’t take nothing but a memory from the house that built me. (Song by Miranda Lambert, The House that Built M)
I imagine that most of us can feel this is song in our own personal way. I imagine that many of us desperately want to be able to reach out our hand and touch that which we have lost, connecting to times in our life when love and compassion were the blankets for our security. Then I also imagine those who never had the opportunity to enjoy those touchable tangible connections, being secure in a warm bed or comforted by a loving environment. Maybe there was no home, or it was a violent home life, but yet deep inside they pine for something more.
Something happens in us. Out here, where ever that may be, many of us do feel like a different person, disconnected, and we yearn desperately to be connected. But connected to what? So we stick out our arms to try to feel for those places, fingers wiggling, hands searching for a touchable moment. Sometimes we reach into the past, holding on to the memories. Sometimes we reach into the future trying new things, exploring new opportunities, hoping beyond hope that something will click and the world will be made right again. If we could just touch it, there would be alignment. The brokenness in our hearts would heal and there would peace deep in our souls.
Sometimes I wonder if it is just a matter of being re-calibrated. Or maybe we can’t touch and connect because we are like a blind person in a lighted room. Around us may be the whole world, but without guidance to know where to touch, we cannot connect.
So where then do we look for guidance? In whom do we trust to help us connect? Is it too taboo in our century to suggest that maybe it is Christ that offers us that guidance? Is it to culturally inappropriate to say, that Christ was the touchable form of God’s love for all mankind, as he grab hold of the hands that suffered from disconnection, and reconnected them to love and compassion?
How often do we forget, even as Christian people, that this is exactly what Christ does for us. Christ is the touchable love we can hold onto. Christ, God in the flesh, is the touchable being that we can cling to, to be reconnected to the ultimate source of love and compassion, God, God’s self, and in Christ we are immerse into touchabel love, and through Christ we learn how to be touchable connection for others.
It’s not complicated and the simplicity of it all may even seem foolish to the point of offending our ego. Yet, Christ does it any way, shows up as touchable love and gives us the teaching we need to be immersed in the touchable love we so desperately desire. Do you have the courage, the boldness to participate in it?
Hear O Israel, the Lord your God. The Lord is one. Love the Lord your God, with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, with all your strength. Love you neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these. Mark 12:29
These are Christ’s words for us. This is touchable love right here in our midst. Christ reveals it, and tells how to participate in it, how to dwell in it. Is it a vulnerable place to be? Yes, but not complicated. Just love ’em with all you’ve got.