I’d been reading a book by Henri Nouwen and challenged to think about care—what it means, how I do it, how to do it well. Nouwen writes in Out of Solitude, “The basic meaning of care is ‘to grieve, to experience sorrow, to cry out with’… we tend to look at it as the strong toward the weak, of the powerful toward the powerless… in fact, we feel quite uncomfortable with an invitation to enter into someone’s pain…”

This is the passage that tells me “healthy boundaries” are not exactly the standard I hope to reach. And yet I do see evidence of boundaries in Scripture, the most poignant and clear being that the Father owns the rights to the Kingdom—a very real, yet unseen boundary exists between His holiness and our unholiness; one that, apart from the work of Christ, we could not cross. And so I wonder…