One of the hardest I’ve ever laughed in my life – and so inappropriately – is when I was the guest at a funeral and the soloist sang Feelings (whoa whoa whoa) by Morris Albert:
Feelings, feelings like I’ve never lost you
And feelings like I’ve never have you again in my heart
Just no.
This post is not about that but – sadly – the first thing that pops into my mind when I hear the word “feelings” is that song. I am hoping to replace that first thought pop-up with this instead:
“I don’t know how to feel” is more common that we’d like to admit. It’s seems easier to numb out. It’s harder to let the pain sink in, and yet feeling is what makes us human. It’s what keeps us from being plastic and fake.
A couple things about Jesus:
He reminds us that – when we gather for the Lord’s Supper – we are drinking to remember even though many of us drink to forget.
To feel. To share feelings. To love and support each other. To make earth more like heaven especially when it feels like hell. This is what we were made for.
A Church for Starving Artists 
So beautiful.
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