Yesterday was a very different day at church. I go every Sunday and am used to the routine, songs, and prayers. Some Sundays I feel just ordinary, but most Sundays I feel joy, ready to learn, and anxious to apply.
This particular Sunday left me feeling a little baffled. Mid-way through worship I found tears streaming down my face. This was the first time in a very long time I’ve had that many tears during service. I couldn’t tell if they were tears of joy or tears of sadness. The tears calmed a little but again sometime during the Pastor’s teaching, tears came to surface and stream down my cheeks. I was certain it was because of my thoughts about my own issues I’ve been dealing with (though nothing major).
The service was about to finish when all of a sudden a man just two seats away from me on my right began crying out loud like I’ve never heard before. Immediately, the tears on my own face came down in buckets. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I glanced at the man and saw two women lay there hands on this man to comfort him and one even prayed for him. She was crying too. There was someone in between the man and myself, so I couldn’t reach him really well, but then all of a sudden I saw the opportunity to reach and touch his hand. I squeeze it tight and cried as I prayed. I couldn’t pray in regular words although I tried. But sounds were escaping my mouth along with tears from my eyes. I couldn’t let his hand go, but a moment when I opened my eyes, I realized that the crowds around us were slowly moving away. I hugged the man and told him it would be ok. He continued to cry but I stepped away because I felt I needed to. I glanced back and saw another man talking with the one who was crying his heart out. I stepped aside for a few minutes to get my composure. I just couldn’t stop crying.
I was so overwhelmed by what had happened but at the same time wondered why I myself was crying before I even heard the man and why I couldn’t stop crying thereafter. I believe in the Holy Spirit and believe that he grieves, but I wasn’t sure if the Holy Spirit was grieving this time through me or not? If it was the Holy Spirit grieving, I feel absolutely blessed that I was able to experience that, because it was beautiful. Each time I think of this man, tears form in my eyes, but I don’t feel any sadness. I am just in deep thought. I pray that this man was able to find comfort and peace with someone at my church and that he comes back feeling free of any pain. Thank you Father for all that You do for us. It can never go unnoticed. It makes me love You even more.
Does anyone have a story of their experience with the Holy Spirit grieving?
This particular Sunday left me feeling a little baffled. Mid-way through worship I found tears streaming down my face. This was the first time in a very long time I’ve had that many tears during service. I couldn’t tell if they were tears of joy or tears of sadness. The tears calmed a little but again sometime during the Pastor’s teaching, tears came to surface and stream down my cheeks. I was certain it was because of my thoughts about my own issues I’ve been dealing with (though nothing major).
The service was about to finish when all of a sudden a man just two seats away from me on my right began crying out loud like I’ve never heard before. Immediately, the tears on my own face came down in buckets. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I glanced at the man and saw two women lay there hands on this man to comfort him and one even prayed for him. She was crying too. There was someone in between the man and myself, so I couldn’t reach him really well, but then all of a sudden I saw the opportunity to reach and touch his hand. I squeeze it tight and cried as I prayed. I couldn’t pray in regular words although I tried. But sounds were escaping my mouth along with tears from my eyes. I couldn’t let his hand go, but a moment when I opened my eyes, I realized that the crowds around us were slowly moving away. I hugged the man and told him it would be ok. He continued to cry but I stepped away because I felt I needed to. I glanced back and saw another man talking with the one who was crying his heart out. I stepped aside for a few minutes to get my composure. I just couldn’t stop crying.
I was so overwhelmed by what had happened but at the same time wondered why I myself was crying before I even heard the man and why I couldn’t stop crying thereafter. I believe in the Holy Spirit and believe that he grieves, but I wasn’t sure if the Holy Spirit was grieving this time through me or not? If it was the Holy Spirit grieving, I feel absolutely blessed that I was able to experience that, because it was beautiful. Each time I think of this man, tears form in my eyes, but I don’t feel any sadness. I am just in deep thought. I pray that this man was able to find comfort and peace with someone at my church and that he comes back feeling free of any pain. Thank you Father for all that You do for us. It can never go unnoticed. It makes me love You even more.
Does anyone have a story of their experience with the Holy Spirit grieving?
