I've been to holiday grief seminars that were helpful. Any time you get people together to admit grief and to process, it's helpful. But what happened Sunday evening wasn't just intellectually helpful. It was healing. When people come together to lament, to remember, to cry out, to pray, to claim hope, to hug, to weep, to laugh, to light candles, to sing, and to listen to Christian music--it goes way beyond helpful. It's an experience. No wonder the psalms of Israel aren't tame. Maybe you've heard that there are psalms of lament, of thanksgiving, of praise, etc. That's right. Sort of. But the truth is that many of them include more than one response. You can move, for example, from thanksgiving to lament to anger to praise. In other words, they are real. At least I know for me, my emotions don't come neatly packaged, one at a time. It's not just head info about the grief process that brings healing. It is community . . . and worship . . . and emotion . . . and trust . . . and symbol . . . and hope . . . and lament . . . and memory . . . and prayer. - - - - Tonight in "Oasis" I begin a two-week series I'm calling "Tiptoeing through the TULIP: Five Small Problems With Calvinism."