The stresses of being a Christian in our postmodern world. Churches that are struggling with soft doctrine and a lack of focus on Christ. The label of “brethren” that boxes me in and makes some think that surely I’m adherent to all the traditions passed down by men. The label of “fundamentalist” that automatically categorizes me and all I say as irrelevant and archaic. Not knowing what to say to friends who have become immersed in postmodern relativity. All the lost people in the world who are waiting for us to stop arguing about trivialities. My own wicked heart that gets sidetracked by the fear of man and a desire to please everyone except God.
Finally, and this is probably the biggest underlying cause for my weeping- pregnancy hormones.