This morning, all the leaders of this weekend gathered together for one last time. We touched base on some logistical details and then created some space to share about the memorable moments from the weekend.
As leaders shared about students encountering the person of Jesus, I began to cry. These students are bearing more than their small shoulders ever should--grandma's dying from cancer, self-doubt from acne and from mental disabilities, a mom who passed away just weeks ago, and I could go on and on. But this weekend, they encountered Jesus and saw him beginning to put their worlds back together again. They began to trust how they are brilliantly created, how God is close in our darkest moments, and how he is in control and working in our world to put all this sh** back together again (sorry, sometimes ordinary words just don't carry the weight of the pain, brokenness, the sick things in our world that never should have been). They encountered him as they talked late into the night in their cabins, as they sat listening to Matt share the art, the teaching he has crafted from his soul and the truth he knows about his God, and as they stole moments to gaze up at the starry sky.
We saw a little bit of heaven this morning as leaders shared, a little bit of heaven coming to earth...
2 comments:
Mad cool shit, I mean sh**. It is good to remind ourselves of the simplicity of Jesus and the beauty of His story in lives like that, leaving academia to relate with ordinary peeps.
Sunday morning truly was a holy moment. I wish we could have stayed in that space for hours and rested in the beautiful person and work of Jesus Christ.
Thank you both so much for speaking and demonstrating the love of Jesus into our community all weekend. It is a joy to serve the Church with you guys.
J
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