“She has, you know…issues.”
I hate having “issues.” The dreaded connotation underlying the word implies different, problematic, maybe even burdensome. I hate burdensome.
Yet the reality is, we are born with”issues” all but written on our foreheads.
Our connotation of “issues” as something negative, a problem, comes from the old English meaning “to flow out from, or outflowing.”
The Bible tells a story about a woman who discovered Jesus is not the least embarrassed by issues. She experienced a Savior who not only accepted her as she was, but One who offered much more than casual contact: he offered wholeness.
It was a stifling throng of people, the kind of crowd that almost carries you like a river, swift, pressed together almost to suffocation. In that tight human swell…