The other day I found out that there’s another divorce in my
community. I’m sad for the broken home & scarred lives, as there are kid(s)
involved.
My judgment is the husband wasn’t in a community of men who knew
him (really knew him) and could challenge him about his choices. I know him,
and I did not see this coming: I didn’t make efforts to know him well, or offer
him a taste of authentic community.
I don’t know that it would have made a difference. And I
*do* know I didn’t make the effort.
I think it is a touch of
Heaven right here on Earth.
