Tears from Heaven

"I want to cry!"
Our iSPY group erupted into laughter.
We had just finished singing along with Michael W. Smith's "Open the Eyes of My Heart, Lord."
The words Holy Holy Holy still reverberated in the air.

Phúc knew we weren't laughing at him.
Who could describe the Presence in that room, in that moment, our bodies slightly chilled from the lack of a heating system?

Tears from heaven.
Not the kind that mourned a loss.
Or bubbling over from anger.

Tears that came because we were sitting together, sharing stories, and trying to sing in key to an unfamiliar song. Not the usual combination for a heavenly experience.

We were caught off-guard.
By the Lord who "is your guard and your shade;
at your right side he stands.
By day the sun shall not smite you
nor the moon in the night." (Ps 121)

Just like Cha Tân, our pastor, who discovered part of the chapel in flames at midnight.
He is still alive as the "Lord will guard your going and coming
both now and forever." (Ps 121)

Just like the gardener who decides to gather the dandelions.
And the plant enhances a salad.
Guarding against kidney failure.

Tears.
We sometimes want to wipe them away.
Make sure they are not tears from heaven.

ps. Photo from http://bettinaharvey.blogspot.com/

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