Week 3 of the Kindgom Experiment

I sat in a room last night with people who were sharing openly about some of the hardest times in their lives. Times when they mourned. Their stories were honest and personal and raw....and all in the past tense. Mourning. Something they did. Something that they worked through. A time in the past when they were comforted. Their words and their faces and their tears were beautiful.

Those that shared last night lost something or someone that was important to them. It happened one day, one time, either expected or out of the blue. But it was still that one time. The day their parent died. The day they had to say goodbye. The end of a marriage. The day they got divorced. A single event. Something that can be marked on a calendar and grieved and remembered and honored. That one day.

...but blessed are those who still mourn? Who still, day after day after day live in the same place they were originally broken. I don't know.

One of our experiments from FCU this week is this:

Going. Going. Gone

Worship pastor Mike Crawford sings these words:

"Blessed when plans
that you so carefully laid
end up in the junkyard with
all the trash you made"

Consider yourself and those you know who mourn the loss of a future that will never be realized. Spend a week considering how God redeems the dreams and futures of those he loves.

And so I will.