As Christians we often act as though church is only for spiritual, godly people. It's not a place for screw-ups, brokenness, depression, doubt, anxiety or questioning. That is the lie that we perpetuate.
After three years of depression, loss, loneliness and suffering, I have begun to allow myself to cry in church. I have had many weeks where I have cried out in hurt and loneliness as I sing about God's love. Some weeks, when I missed my Dad, or mourned for the family that I cannot have that I just cried. I didn't hear the sermons, or even sing the hymns. I just cried with my brothers and sisters in Christ. My Christian family. And I have had weeks of rejoicing. Sometimes, rejoicing in the midst of suffering. Rejoicing at how God has carried me through these tough times. Joy so deep that I can't hold back the tears. So I sing and weep. And let go of my pretenses, to just be me. A sinner, saved by grace.
If we can't cry in front of our brothers and sisters, who can we cry with? Church is not for the ones who have it together. Let's face it, none of us do. Church is for the broken. It's where we can come, as we are, to worship the God who knows our brokenness and still loves us.
So, Christians, let's not be afraid to cry. If you are hurting, cry out to the God who takes care of the suffering. Show your tears and let your family mourn with you. If you are rejoicing, cry out tears of joy for the God who gives unending grace to His children. The Father who never changes, never waivers, never stops loving and caring for His own. What a wonderful family we have in Christ.
Sunday, May 1, 2016
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