I like to laugh. I also like making others laugh.
Humor is something I try to use here on this blog to connect with people and possibly make them think. I do the same while preaching. Am I careful to not overdo it? I try to be, but I’m sure there have been times when I have crossed an unseen line.
I think there is a time to laugh.
And there is also a time to cry. Like this past Sunday night.
Our church has services on both Sunday morning and Sunday evening. A few weeks ago, I started preaching through the book of James on Sunday nights. I studied and prepared to preach another message from this challenging book this past Sunday.
God, however, had different plans. Instead of preaching, I spent most of the service crying.
It started during the afternoon as I pondered God’s great love for me. I regained my composure in time for the start of the service.
Then our music director decided to have us sing Jesus Loves Me and the tears started flowing again. And they didn’t stop until the service was over.
I cried while trying to say a few words about the first part of 1 John 3:1: “Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God.”
I cried while asking the congregation to behold God’s great love for them.
I cried when I invited them to pray with me for those who haven’t yet realized God’s love for them.
I cried as I thanked God for the love, mercy, and grace He has shown me and my family.
It was unusual. It was short. It was unexpected.
And it was good.
There are times to laugh and there are times to cry.
Be ashamed of neither and be thankful for both.
When was the last time you were overwhelmed by God’s love for you?