I watched his face contort into helpless confusion. My husband couldn't understand where my tears were coming from. They were LOUD. I did not heave, but rather I wore a steady stream of large tears since the end of the church service. The tears began inside the sanctuary. God whispered, "Let me allow you to experience a fraction of the love I have for my people." I looked around the room and saw light reflecting off each face. My heart began to feel both heavy and light all at once. I thought, "I can't even handle a fraction. His love, THIS LOVE, runs deep."
After the service, as the tears continued to flow, I sat in the car while my husband conducted Sunday business as usual (i.e. a trip to the farmer's market for his stew ingredients). My heart stewed on God's MAGNITUDE. I was humbled that he would allow me to experience a tangible expression of his great love, and awed by my newfound awareness of the depth of his care.
That booster shot of goodness has empowered me for weeks on end.
I don't remember anything about the sermon that week, but I can still conjure up my heart posture when God encountered me. If passive fellowship with believers can facilitate such a transformational experience, how much more can I grab when I'm intentional about experiencing God on Sunday morning.
