8 Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you. (James 4:8)
The tears were countless. A mood of revival was met by the brokenness of man and the result was the glory of a giving Father. We knew Sunday would be special, but we didn’t know just how special. Mothers of overdose victims met grace for the first time. Students who hurt found a reprieve from the pains of peers. Countless people chipped in to give the community some remnants of hope. The fifty plus Sunday’s we see a year can pass us by without much fanfare. It is easy for us to get lost in the day to day grind. Though every now and then, when we look to it with intentionality and a sense of expectancy, God grants us a Sunday of grace. To even the most devout of saints, doubt takes hold sometimes. Our default questions and bucks at our creator when the lesser parts of our character win. Yet Sundays like yesterday are granted to help us to remember what we live for. Our purpose. Our passion.
What is the Church besides a rallying point for the people of God? It exists to look upward and then pour outward the rest of the week. What if we took our faith with us into this all too fractured world? I dream of a day where this is second nature – a day where my faith is default and my resolution divine. I hope for a day where my longing for God stifles my love of self. In this we shall know true freedom. There are not many guarantees in this world, but with God, we are guaranteed to find Him when we look in sincerity.
Today is a new day. We will look for some sort of stability and meaning as the twenty four revolutions of the clock waste by. Have the courage to seek God above all else. Let His grace invade the corners of your heart and day in the most gracious and challenging of ways.
Sunday is coming again.
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