Have you ever been so invested in something you’ve been brought to tears during part of the process?
That’s what happened to me during the teen Sunday School class I co-lead. Yes, it was embarrassing, but it managed to be simultaneously empowering. I felt freed up to be myself, to be passionate, to be so deeply invested that it showed up in the ugly cry.
Those students were blindsided with the waterworks that transpired during a normally-predictable 45 minute class. I wasn’t planning it or intending it, but when my gut began churning and my heart was pounding as my mind contemplated the spiritual complacency in the room, I couldn’t hold back the gates to my tears.
Yes, teenagers, I love you guys. I love hanging out with you and hearing about your life. But my purpose is greater, deeper and far richer than that. My heart’s desire is that you would know the boundless grace of Jesus Christ and submit your will unto the One who gives unbelievably good gifts to those are obediently follow his lordship. That may sound totally overwhelming or just plain unreasonable. But it’s true. And I pray my life, my heart-on-my-sleeve kind of life, would show you a glimpse of a life lived in pursuit of Jesus.
And that you would want the same.
Our Pastor cries almost weekly on stage when he's gets talking about the Love of God or How awesome it is that we get to hold His Word in our hands or every other imaginable things you can come up with to do with this Gift we've been given! It's adorable to see the man cry!