Another invigorating morning awaits.

Another invigorating morning awaits.

This video features people listening to the song To Cry For You by Carolyn Arends.
Their reactions while listening are a candid response to what they heard.
Find out more about the song here.
Blessed are the ones who weep
‘Cause every tear is proof
Of ties that bind so strong and deep
That death cannot undo
So it is my honour to cry for you
Most weeks of all the time I’ve spent as a pastor I’ve gathered together with pastors of other churches and other denominations and we’ve prayed together and enjoyed each other’s friendship.
There have been those who have come and departed, some have stayed for longer times than others, but all who have committed into this time of gathering have expressed their appreciation for it.
Tomorrow we’ll gather again. Praying for each other, praying for the churches of our town, praying for the spread of the gospel in our town, praying for the well-being of the place where we’ve been called to live.
This article from Sam Rainer at Church Answers is written somewhat aspirationally, but it mirrors my experience of fellowship shared with those who are loved by Jesus and who work with local churches in Gospel ministry in the town where I live.
To this sample of thoughts about friendship, I’d add that friends empathetically walk with us easing our burdens and bringing comfort in our hurts.
Friends assume the best. Cooperating pastors do not assign malicious motives. They hold each other accountable. When pastors hang out, they ask edifying questions of each other rather than viewing each other with suspicion from a distance.
Friends celebrate successes. Cooperating pastors enjoy hearing about their friends making strides for the kingdom of God.
Friends help each other. Cooperating pastors pray for each other. They look out for each other. They champion the work at each other’s churches.Read the rest of Rainer’s post here.
Psalm 131 by Sons Of Korah.
From their album Resurrection.
My heart is not proud, Lord
My eyes not haughty
I do not concern myself
With things too great
Or wonderful for me
But I have stilled my
I’ve stilled my soul now
Like a child weeps
In its mothers arms
So I am still
So still in my soul
In me
Oh, Israel
Hope in the Lord
Hope in the Lord
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