I played basketball a few weeks ago and jammed my thumb pretty badly. In a matter of a few seconds, I watched it go from its normal size to doubling as it swelled up. I said, “I’m fine, it’s ok.” And I thought I would just keep playing and deal with the jammed thumb when I got home. But every time I touched the ball a sharp pain shot up my hand. After a few minutes, I couldn’t use that hand at all. My friends finally looked at me and said, “I think you need to get home and get ice on that.”
But something inside me (pride) wanted to reject this. I wanted to keep believing that I was fine and that a little jammed thumb wouldn’t stop me. But it did stop me. It wasn’t fine.
And I needed to address the weakness that my body was feeling which meant that I had to face the reality of my vulnerability.
Vulnerability comes from the Latin verb “vunlerare” which means to wound.
Here I was, wounded and weak; totally vulnerable. As you are reading this you may be facing your own vulnerabilities. Yo…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Humble Theology to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.