two friends of mine had close family members pass on to eternity this year. i had the utmost privilege of spending time and having church with them in the midst of that.
no, there wasn't a worship service, but it was church as it was always meant to be.
there were no fancy lights or sound systems. no bands. no friendly people to welcome you. no pulpit. no preacher. no agenda - at least, no other agenda, other than to mourn and to remember.
on one occasion, it was a living room lit with fluorescent tubes, an acoustic guitar, and voices.
on another occasion, it was three people having an honest conversation at a table.
but there were hearts. broken, confused, but childlike hearts.
and it was real. it was authentic. it was honest.
it was all of our heart, mind, soul, and strength invested. it was grieving and crying with one another. it was supporting and encouraging and standing with ones who were shaky, when in actuality, they were the ones who were supporting, encouraging, standing with us. it was openly coming before the Lord with questions. it was Habakkuk 3:17-18.
it was hearts laid down before the worthy King.
and it left my heart heavy for the Church.
Jesus, You love Your Bride so much more than i would ever be able to love Her or love You, so would You put the love in Your heart in mine.
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