enm018a.gifFor all those thinking I am going to write about my beloved Tar Heels losing a chance to get to the final four, I’m not. Or those that think I am going to tell you about how I missed 3/4 of the game because we were at the Chris Tomlin concert, sorry, no can do. I won’t talk about having my 6 year old give me play-by-play of the final dreadful 30 seconds. I won’t tell of my obsessive clicking of “refresh” on my Treo phone so, not only I could know the score, but all of the Buckeye fans in line could as well. Nope, I’m not going to do it.

What I will talk about is one of the most amazing worship experiences I have ever been a part of. In order to do this, I have to rewind to February when we got the storm of the season and the Chris Tomlin concert was rescheduled until tonight. We were frustrated because we just knew we wouldn’t be able to make it. Then, true to form, we could not find a sitter since it fell on a Sunday night, when our church has AWANA and small groups. As late as Friday morning, my wife and I were standing in the babies room discussing getting our money back. I kid you not, while we were talking, the phone rang and the answering machine picked up. The voice leaving a message said “I just wanted to let you know that I can babysit for you on Sunday night”. Prayer answered.

So we were able to attend the concert tonight and God’s providence is wonderful. I won’t go so far as to say the entire concert was rescheduled because God knew I would need something to get over a tough loss in the NCAA tournament, but God DID know I needed my heart broken in another way. Chris Tomlin was as incredible as advertised. I also didn’t know that Matt Redman was going to be there. Yet it was the speaking of Louie Giglio that brought the house down and broke my will and heart. Anyone that has seen the tour knows what I am talking about. Amazing. He basically gave the evidence that there is a God who knows me, cares about me, cares about my struggles and literally carries me through each one. Sounds simple, but folks it was amazing.

Those who saw the Carolina gear I was wearing probably thought I was weeping about the game. Yet the very creator of this universe knows why I was weeping. He knows what I was there. He knows why there was a sitter that called at the 11th hour. He knows Laminin (you had to be there, but basically it’s what holds us together). I would argue that there are times when we need our heart broken. They come at times when we are so focused on our pain, our frustration, our struggles, our joys, dare I say even our team losing that we need to be reminded who holds it all? We need to be reminded that all of those things matter and are known to the very one that puts air in our lungs.

Due to the rescheduling of the concert, it turns out that we got to experience the final show for this tour for Chris Tomlin. Otherwise I would highly recommend that you not miss it when it pulls into your city. Most importantly though is that we all not miss the fact that God loves us and knows what he is doing in all situations. Even if it means breaking your heart. And I am not referring to being a Tar Heel fan.