For me, it’s not always the case that two completely unrelated events occupy the same spot and importance at the same time, but that’s what happened this morning. We were gathered for our weekly church service when the tears began to flow, provoked by two unrelated things.
It was Mother’s Day and my thoughts were drawn to our two sons, their wives and our granddaughters. I realize I’m getting older, but it’s a good enough reason, in my estimation at least, that I can’t recall anything negative about the experience of raising them. Looking back I think of so many things I wished I had done better or differently, but overriding even those musings is the sense of gratitude for the men, husbands and fathers they have become. I am truly blessed.
Then there was the other event that moved me to a second wave of tears. Triggered by the late arrival of two faithful members of the congregation, I, and so many others, saw an example of God’s grace and protection demonstrated in a terrible situation. He was an evacuee from the horrific fires ravaging the community of Fort McMurray and surrounding areas. Usually early rather than late, this brother in Christ took his place several rows ahead of us, now safe and back home. It was obvious his wife had been crying and, indeed, she continued to fight tears through the entire service.
Another member of the congregation was also out of danger and enjoying time with his son while on his way back home. As so many have observed recently, it’s about family, all the rest is just stuff. Our sons are well. Our friends and brothers in Christ are home. What else could I do but shed tears of joy!
“Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.”
