The more I come into an intimate relationship with Christ, the more my heart aches. I've heard someone say that since they became serious about Christ, they've wept more than they ever did before.
My heart aches as I look around into a broken world. I hate to see those effected by poverty, disease, tragedies, or broken homes. However those circumstances don't compare to when my soul weeps when I see those who don't know Christ. I ache not because I long for the gain of putting more people in the pews, but because I long for my brothers and sisters to know the joy Christ brings.
I hate to see people so turned off by a God that doesn't understand them, because that's not the God I know. I long for the day where science and politics aren't a construct that keeps us from living in unity with God and one another, but points to our magnificent Creator.
My heart aches for this broken world, and on this Holy Saturday I remember that it was my sin that made it so. I caused the only good thing that ever happened to me to be nailed to a cross, and sealed Him in a tomb. Today is the day I cry out to God, asking for forgiveness as I sit and wait in the broken world I helped to create.
