This morning as I walked into church carrying Jacob, he started crying. Actually, it was more than just crying. He started screaming.
I can learn from him.
How I sometimes long to cry so openly, to scream about the brokenness that I see around me, to weep over the realities of living in a sinful world.
But I don't. Adults are supposed to have it all together, especially in church.
If church is really a place for us to experience God, a God who is God of all our emotions, then maybe Jacob understands this much more than I do.
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