The Beauty of Sorrow
It was hard for me to find the willpower to attend church this morning. I kept making excuses. “I should go home early for Father’s Day.” “Parking is going to be a nightmare.” “I’m going to be late, so why even go?” Thoughts like these have really been at the forefront of my mind every Sunday for quite a while. I honestly can’t remember the last time I attended church. One, maybe two months ago? Apathy has overwhelmed my spirit. Complacency is a safe place.
I just moved back to the City this past week. Reality SF has been my home church anytime I’m back in the Foggy City. For the summer, they’re meeting in Lower Pacific Heights in a Reformed Jewish Synagogue. The building is built for worship. As you enter, your eyes are immediately drawn heavenward to the spectacular artwork lining the massive dome. The building is shaped in such a way that the entire congregation can see each other’s faces. All your emotions and insecurities for everyone to see. It makes you incredibly vulnerable and incredibly connected to one another.
As the sermon came to a close, the pastor lead us in a liturgy remembering our brothers and sisters in Christ whom were murdered in Charleston. As we spoke the words, I began to cry. I felt so much brokenness. I felt the sorrow of God. My heart broke for Charleston.
I glanced around the room. Mourning filled the Church. Heartache hung on everyone’s face.
As we began to worship through music, the Spirit was in full affect. I’ve never seen a Body so connected by worship. Everyone was on their knees physically and spiritually crying out for restoration. Crying out for justice.
This was true community. This was true Church. This was the Body.
There’s a verse that’s written on the ceiling. It overlooks the congregation.
Micah 6:8 --”And what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness and to walk humbly with your God?”
Justice. God wants us to seek justice.
Today, in the midst of sorrow, I saw beauty. But in the midst of our suffering, I want to see justice. And God does too.
It’s time to get to work Church. It’s time to move Body. It’s time to bring Justice.
















