This past weekend the message was at Westside was about anger. Our worship time included an open alter for prayer. We lined the front of the room with counselors. In three services I met and prayed with: a woman angry with God over the death of her husband from cancer, a man deeply wounded by the betrayal of his wife, a family with a two year old dying of cancer. I could not hold back the tears. I barely got out the words to voice a prayer while choking back my emotions.
Our God heals marriages, comforts the grieving, and knows our deepest heart ache. I believe one of His greatest blessing to us is each other. My heart breaks at the kind of stories I heard this weekend. But my heart is full of hope in a God who loves us and gives us each other to love.
