You know what I'm talking about?
One of those moments.
One where you know it's coming and you can't help it. You're just trying to move from okay to "Oh, PLEASE not the ugly cry. PLEASE."
Yep. I had one.
I'm sitting in the baptistry getting ready to lead the church in baptizing three precious girls and one precious lady. Frank, our worship pastor, rolled out the Gospel music standard Because He Lives. We do that song on occasion because he and a friend have a great little bridge that goes with it.
It was the verse that got me though.
And then one day, I'll cross that river.
I'll fight life's final war with pain.
And then as death gives way to victory,
I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives...
I got to thinking about the people who were out there singing that. The lady who was facing death-defying surgery the next day. The person who got a bad report from the oncologist. And on and on.
That was my moment.
It happened not because the song is that touching. It's a smidgeon on the old side stylistically for me. But the lyrics rang so true as I thought about the people singing it. I sat down on the baptistry steps and wept. And then tried to pull myself together so that Pastor Blubber Face wouldn't be the reason the girls' baptism was memorable.
This story doesn't really have a point. It's just worth telling because God touched me. And I love the church for that reason. It's the place God touches people. Amen.