There are moments that the words don't reach.
There is suffering too terrible to name.
Those lyrics have haunted me since the first time I heard them because they are inescapably true. We all can name that season(s)- the season of life that still brings agony, the agony that no amount of adjectives will ever adequately portray.
And yet, some of us try. We open ourselves up just enough that we feel overexposed, bleeding, and vulnerable. We speak honestly and shakily. We reach out in the hopes that someone will come alongside us and sit with us. We know that the past is unchangeable but hold onto a sliver of hope that their presence could be the salve to the depth of isolation that the unimaginable pain brings.
Yet instead, what happens far too often, is that instead of sitting silently together facing the waves of our friends’ pain, we get caught up in the desire to change the tidal wave. To be the superhero. To save the day. To offer the solution that no one else has thought of before. So our words spill forth, taking over those precious quiet moments that were actually the sweet sounds of grace whispering love, companionship, and empathy.
We often don’t realize that the desire or action of fixing something is, in truth, detrimental when we are literally incapable of repairing it. When friends are walking through the unimaginable, the majority of the time, we are unable to fix it. So, instead we end up creating a chasm between our friend and ourselves as we parade tool after tool from our “fix-it” toolbox only to awkwardly realize we just loosened something instead of tightening it; opened a new wound instead of stitching the old one… or even worse, created internal damage that we are unaware of as we keep tightening, charging, and intruding with our voices.
If we’re being honest, we know when we want someone to share wisdom and truth with us and when we desire nothing more than companionship in the silence. If we know that in our own hearts, then why is it so hard to respect that need in others? Why do we have to find a reason, explanation, or solution to validate or nullify our friends’ feelings? Why do we try to be a savior when we know there’s only One?
Later in the song, it reads this:
…There are moments that the words don't reach.
There is a grace too powerful to name....
In the place where words don’t reach, there is a grace too powerful to name. Corrie Ten Boom said this: “There is no pit so deep, that God’s love is not deeper still.”
Instead of standing above and trying to pull my friend out of the pit, why don’t I climb in with her? Someone shouting advice from above will never grasp the reality of the person who is standing in the mud below. Living God’s grace will move me to an action that words never will. God’s grace climbs into the pit just like God’s grace climbed on the Cross.
It’s time I sit in the mire, muck, and tragedy that this world has created, and be the representation of Christ. It’s time I acknowledge that the only way to live like Christ, to be the image of His grace, is to first climb into the pit and sit with my friend rather than throw tools at her from above. Only then will I actually know how to help her in a way that reflects her current reality.
Grace touches deeper than words ever will. Grace reaches the unimaginable.
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