Doctor, doctor

The man that I wanted to "protect" last night because of his being sad and heartbroken and not having support was not a man that I was proud of.  He was actually someone who had behaved very oddly towards me as a woman when he was married.  He flirted.  He crossed boundaries that made me uncomfortable.  Yet, I know that no matter where he is coming from, he is hurting.  I want the people of God to start addressing again the need for a physician.
It just feels like you have to have your crap together or look like it's together to be part of organized church. No wonder there are so many fake marriages.  Maybe if people were more busy loving on each other in the reality of how life really is, people would find the strength in the midst of the support to make it.
It's not the church's fault that people hurt.  But it's also not just one individual that needs a doctor.  We all do.  We are sick.  We are weak.  We are frail.  We need to be saved.  Not act like we are fine.
I don't know the answer, but I'm glad to see people.  To be able to pray and love.  Maybe it will be a piece of my purpose.
All I know is that I'm going to have a hard time remaining silent when people sit and righteously judge and blame the victims...the downtrodden...the hurting....the wounded.  Seems completely wrong.
blessings.