Sandpaper on my soul. As the sermon progressed, scratch … scratch … scratch. The words of the well-meaning pastor scratched against my heart. His condemning tone and harsh words caught me off guard. I wondered if this was a normal practice in the church I was visiting that day.
I know that the truth needs to be shared, but how should we share it? How does it make you feel when a stranger launches accusatory words your way? We can think about whether what they said applies to us. Regardless, we may wonder how that person could say such things without knowing us.
The same goes for writers and readers. It matters how we share the truth. What does God say about our actions?
