I’m bell hopping with Joann in Shanghai and will share more later. This morning in church we weren’t able to sit together. No big big deal. Except that it was (and I know I border sounding like a broken record) so moving I had to hunt for tissues more than once.
“I knew you were crying!” she exclaimed when we reunited after the service.
How could I not?
In part, the service honored those older than 90 years with a number of them having been pastors. What they have lived through and come out with their faith intact …words escape. I want that to be me when I am that age because Jesus is worthy. Oh to have a flower made out of a washcloth pinned to my chest when I’m 95 and still able to join worship … It wasn’t right place to whoop it up, so I wept.
What moved you this Sunday?