Today, I put on my second JCrew dress in the last nine days.
I typically save my JCrew dresses for special occasions–weddings, graduations, celebrations, funerals, etc. In nine days, I’ve gone to two of those: a wedding and a funeral, both of them involving church members and both of them taking place at my church.
Nine days ago, I donned my new coral JCrew dress for a wedding. My friends Chad and Aubrey got married, something we’ve been anticipating as a church for a few months. Many of us were there to celebrate, and it really was a joyous occasion. The next day, we got to rejoice again as one of our other members had an incredible “win” in his career. We headed into the week full of thankfulness and joy for what God was (and still is) doing in our church family.
On Wednesday, an email went out that the daughter of a couple from church had passed away unexpectedly. She was just a couple of years older than me, and while I’d never met her, I’d prayed for her and heard about her. I was in a community group with her parents for over two years, and because of that, I knew some of her life story and just how much they loved her.
Just two weeks ago, our community group met for the last time for this school year and in it, we prayed for this couple because they were moving (and now have) from Charlotte to be closer to their adult children. We prayed over them, thanked them for their service to OBC, and were so encouraged by what God was doing in this new season for them. I watched them dance at the wedding just days ago, smiles lighting up their faces.
And then this.
I can’t even begin to imagine the pain they are going through, and my heart keeps breaking for them.
Today, I donned my black JCrew dress, the one that gets worn for funerals and the occasional celebration. I walked into the place that I walked into two times yesterday, and where I walked into just last weekend for a totally different worship service. The atmosphere was clearly different this time; the hush was audible in the sanctuary. Our congregation was weeping with those who were weeping. Our members were serving this family in one of the best ways they could through the ministry of presence.
After the service, I went with a friend to pick up food for the dinner the church was serving the family later tonight. As we headed out, I said to her, “I’m really proud of our people.” She said, “Yeah, today is one of those days where I’m grateful and reminded of the good people we have here.”
Our people showed up this week. I was blown away by the servant hearts, the willingness to sacrifice for this family, and the amount of people who served this weeping family in so many ways. From those who provided food to those who ushered to those who greeted and to those who manned the parking lot, our people served well. I saw stay-at-home-mama after stay-at-home-mama at this funeral. That means babysitters and money and so much sacrifice to be able to minister to this family. I saw businessmen and seminary students who are in the midst of finals at this funeral. I watched our congregation minister to this family in ways like we’ve never been able to before because we’ve never really had anything like this happen before.
I saw today, and over the last week, really, how our congregation serves and lives out God’s commands. The service of my sweet friends to empty-nesters to couples in their seventies and eighties encouraged my soul so much. I don’t think I can say it enough: I am so thankful for the men and women who quickly, willingly, and joyfully serve each other day in and day out at OBC.
While I didn’t want to wear a JCrew dress on a Monday for the reason that I did, I am so grateful that I got to wear it and stand by my precious brothers and sisters today as we worshipped our Savior and remembered the life of one of His daughters.
Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep. – Romans 12:15