I have plenty of stories where my soul was disrupted by something powerfully painful. But the disruptions that I’d fight and die for?
They were the beautiful ones.
It’s the day i met my wife at Starbucks up in North Beverly.
The day I married her.
It’s the day we found out we were pregnant, even though the doctors had told us we’d never conceive on our own without medical intervention.
It was the day my daughter was born.
Holy Lord but I couldn’t stop crying.
For days. I mean, I was way worse than my infant.
I still can’t not cry when I think about it four years later!
It’s the day we birthed this church. The day we baptized Zhenyang.
The beauty of it all forever changed me, because in each of these moments, I saw, if even through a mirror dimly, the most powerful kind of disruption the world has ever known -- the wholly disruptive power of God’s love.
And it's this disruptive love that we witness and remember in the character of the Father that Jesus painted in his parable.