As I prepare sermons on themes of hope (last week) and peace (this week), joy (next week), and love (week after next) I can’t shake off the deep sadness that is weighing my heart down. I’m struggling to find words and the idea of standing in front of my congregation — a few who can’t even fathom why recent events are heartbreaking — feels more like an obligation and burden than joy.
But this is not about me. It’s never about me. And I’m trying to make it all about me.
And perhaps that’s why I feel the way I feel.
In the words of David Crowder “there’s no sorrow that heaven can’t heal.”
Lord, in your mercy…