Still Waters Run Deep

I have so many thoughts in my head, the only problem is I don't know how to voice them into words fit for a public blog. It has been a week that weighs heavy on the heart. A friend of mine decided she may walk away from God and that was hard to hear. I don't know her all that well, but it has been a long journey for her and hearing that she is choosing the wrong path breaks my heart. Easter morning at around 1am you would have found me sitting in front of a jewish school comforting a friend of mine that got some bad news and had a horrible night. My heart broke as I listened to him wonder what God was doing in the whole situation. While I didn't have a ton of answers for him, it was awesome to see the people around him encourage him even when he didn't want it. The body of Christ is a powerful thing. I am learning that more and more. I am thinking back to a church I visited a week ago tonight. It isn't a church like most people think of. It is a group of believers that get together in a person's house twice a month to fellowship and talk about a passage. I just got stuck on the idea of communion that they presented. The idea of remembering Jesus in a very practical way. I loved it because instead of receiting the passage and drinking the grape juice and eating the bread, people actually shared how they remembered Christ in their lives for a while first. I loved that. I have always wondered what is missing from communion and now I know I've found it: remembering Him. I am sick of ritual Christianity. I am sick of fake, shallow Christianity. I see that the people I know don't deal with fake issues and a fake religion would do them nothing. I just get tired of the show. I am guilty of the show too. I just love when it gets raw and real. It isn't pretty but something about it feels so true. There is something about helping friends walk through a hard time, pretty or not, that makes me see God in a new light. My God is not a God of surface and shallow. He deals with matters of the heart and of realism. He comforts the broken hearted, not the people that have it all together. I know I don't have it all together. Today I am thankful for the King of broken hearts.