It was one of those “real moments.” This hardened, grizzled, macho guy was losing it and had nowhere to turn. When I say losing it, I don’t mean a meltdown; he was too tough for that. I mean he was losing his marriage, his kids, and if he wasn’t careful, his job.
When I asked about his faith, he physically winced and said, “God wouldn’t want anything to do with me. I’ve done some things….”
I replied, “But God knows… and God loves you anyway.” (How’s that for a macho reply?).
He replied, “I’m sure God knows. That’s why God doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
My heart was heavy and hopeful at the same time: heavy because of this guy’s pain, but hopeful because at least he had an idea that there was a God who could see him.
How could I help this guy understand the depth of God’s love and the help that comes from a vibrant relationship with our Creator? What would you say?