The worship team was playing a somewhat confusing worship song, families were dancing in front of the stage with a swirling disco ball, someone let loose a bunch of balloons, and then I totally lost it.
This was not typical for me.
As the balloons drifted down, I caught a glimpse of the Kingdom of God coming to earth, and it wasn’t a mighty king riding high on his horse crushing his enemies. It looked like a group of people throwing a great party that celebrates the love of God.
Still… Why the tears?
Perhaps it was because I witnessed a moment of beauty in our flawed world.
Perhaps I was mourning all of the times church felt like the exact opposite of a party.
Then again, I had my own hard heart to bring before God.
I thought that I needed to go to church that day, but I really just needed a party.