I have been reflecting on the flow of divine action—how God works through Christ, in the Spirit, through the church, for the sake of the world. Yet when I consider the place of the church in this divine economy, I am disheartened. In the West especially, our witness falters. Scandal, division, and the pursuit of worldly power have obscured the beauty of the gospel.

Too often my response has been anger. Anger at the arrogance, the hypocrisy, and the misuse of Christ’s name. But today, my anger gives way to lament. Lament refuses distance. It grieves with rather than apart from. To lament is to weep with Christ over Jerusalem, mourning the brokenness of a body I still belong to. It is to long for repentance deep enough to renew the flow of grace through a people once called to embody it.
“Return to me with all your heart, with fasting, weeping and mourning.”
— Joel 2:12
How do you experience this tension between grief and hope for the church?
What might it look like for us to lament faithfully, not as self-distancing accusers, but as those who long for restoration?







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