I am a great driver. At least, I think I am a great driver. No, I am a very alert, safe, and well-trained driver. Objectively, I am a really good driver.
While in college I was a couple of months into a relationship. We were at her parents house and borrowed her dad’s car to run an errand. I got in, adjusted the rear view mirror and the seat, and while looking over my right shoulder started to back out of the parking spot. As I begun to spin the wheel **SCREEECH** the most excruciating, piercingly shrill sound filled the parking structure. I hit the brakes. The silence was terrifying. I got out and was greeted by a huge tear in the car’s back left panel. There was a pole in my blind spot.
I have the ability to be a good Christ-follower. Objectively, I can do this life well. However, gone unchecked, my theology is able to exist with large blind spots intact. I do not know the depth of the “Abba” father as “daddy” because I do not have children. I do not understand what it is like to experience life with dark skin, or as a woman, as an adult single person, or through the eyes of an elderly person. I have never struggled with God through the loss of a parent, or child, or through divorce that separates a family, or through the journey that is same-sex attraction. Therefore, as much as I want to have a well-rounded perspective, it can only begin by recognizing that even the best drivers have blind spots.
Where are yours? Who is pointing them out for you?
Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results.
As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.