Tears of Holy Longing
As Tim ended his sermon in prayer I couldn't help myself. The tears came easily and nothing could be more appropriate. My spirit welled up inside me as a sat in my seat, head bowed and hands clasped over my neck. At first I didn't even know why my spirit was so heavy. The tears and snot poured out, I began to sweat mildly and I balled as one would who just realized the loss of a mom or brother. But as I searched my heart my tears were not found because of loss or pain, but because a deep, long awaited desire was finally fulfilled: I had found a church home.
Since the very beginning of my life in Christ I have struggled to find a church or organization committed to following the whole Bible. My Evangelical Free church back home never called me from my sin to repentance or cared about the mission of bringing the kingdom of God to earth. Upon going down to IU, the latter problem was resolved through the ministry of Campus Crusade for Christ, but it wasn't a church, taught minimal doctrine, preached a false gospel, and was even worse at calling God's people to repent. Consequently, I latched on to pastors like John Piper and James MacDonald who faithfully proclaimed the Word of God... in churches not so close to home. I attempted to build my own "church" through Bible studies and friends, but, of course, there was no authority over what I was learning or teaching. Even worse, I was blinded by my own iniquity so the whole "personal relationship with God" didn't cut it. All of this amounted to me growing up apart from the family of God leaving me a bastard child in the faith. Of course, you don't know it when you are because it's all you've ever known. But now this bastard child has found a home...
Through the prayer and the last hymn I poured out my spirit in tears and snot, breathing heavily because I was so overwhelmed. I had longed, and I mean longed for this very place I had found myself in. For years I wanted a church that would bear the brandmarks of following Jesus, preach faithfully the whole counsel of God, reject the wisdom and the ways of the world, cast off any denominational arrogance, and humbly submit to the authority of God's Word. These are just a few of the things I longed for that I have found at Church of the Good Shepherd, along with many other blessed things that I would have never wanted because of my own transgression. The Spirit of God had opened my eyes to truly see what I had found. And I was overcome. A few minutes passed as everyone put away their chairs and Tim came over unaware of why I was balling. He knelt down, gently put his hand over mine, and rubbed my back. He asked how I was doing and all I could mumble was "I finally found a home". Unable to understand my jumbled words, he prayed for me while I leaned on him as a son would his father. Though I didn't know who at the time, Stephen also came over and gave a shoulder massage of comfort. During this time I was so distraught from the years of disappointment, struggle and heartache that came from not having a home. My sorrow was the result of this season finally ending, kind of like crying because the cancer is finally gone. After a few more minutes of heavy tears, I was finally able to share with them the joy I had found in being at CGS. I was so thankful to share with these two men who have had such an impact on my life the tears I shed from the fulfilled longing of finding a church home. Indeed, they are so much of the reason I have found a home and I can rest entrusting my life and soul to their care.
Interestingly enough, before I went to church this morning I made a comment on Tim's blog that ended with this: Aside from all this, Tim's post was about becoming a member of our church, which has been one of the best decisions I have ever made. With that testimony, I would also like to give hearty agreement to the extended invitation for those without a home to join us. While that was directed to those who read Tim's blog, I'd also like to pass along those words to you as well.
Like Tim said in his post, "You'd move for a job. Why not for a church?"












