Field mice in our churches.

I have often lived in the countryside, to be honest I love the country much more than the city. Often as a child we would see field mice. They are timid little creatures and stay together. As I sat talking to a woman at church today, I could see how often the divorced, widowed and separated women and often men. Feel like field mice. To be widowed is one thing, I think in general churches and society know how to handle them for a short period and then it is move on, however much easier said than done when a person you love has gone. The separated and divorced people what to do with them? They often are left with so many scars and financial pressures that it is easier to just ignore them and often the children from those affected in this turmoil of life. No one knows what to say, or says things that they know nothing about and ends up hurting those in that turmoil so much more.

I mean where do you sit now, do you change your name or not, do you go back to work or not and then where are you now, who are you now? Questions that took a life time to figure out now you face again. So like field mice they run down the very corridors of churches of streets and countries looking for a place to call home. It is a lonely road, not one I would encourage anyone to go down.

What is there to learn from the field mouse, it is this love is everything, words of listening of hope, a hand of help can carry someone through the storm. It is not that we should ignore these people in fact we should be drawn to find away to help them through the storm. After all wouldn't any of us want that?

Please have a cup of tea with me today.

Just something to think about.