Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

The big "IF"

A thought woke me in my sleeping hours last night.

The Five Points Association, Inc. of Columbia, SC is anticipating 40,000 people to party this weekend in at the St. Pat’s in Five Points festival (10,000 more than last year).

There are approximately 661 places of worship in Columbia alone (not counting Lexington or West Columbia.)

Assuming that at least 450 of those places of worship are evangelical, with a combined membership average of 300 (I’m really shooting in the dark here), that represents 135,000 people.

If each one of those 135,000 people told at least one person in Five Points about Jesus, they could still reach another 2 people NOT at the party before the day was over . . .

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