Occasionally, a little gray cloud hovers over my head, and I usually function okay through this minor depressed state. But if someone were to cross me, I’ve been known to shed a few tears. Next to vomiting, I hate to cry. To me, these bodily states show illness—one of the body and the other of the soul.
Worse than crying is when I shed tears in front of someone. They get that look which says, “Now, what did I do?” Or, “Now, what do I do?” Yet, when looking through The Message Bible, I found over seventy references to tears. People, such as Jacob, Joseph, Job, David, Peter, Paul, and even Jesus, shed appropriate tears to show distress of joy.
Yesterday, after spending a day with a little gray cloud, I took a walk with my friend, Frank. Suddenly, tears broke loose and my non-waterproof mascara streamed down my cheeks. Frank grabbed his handkerchief, and instead of asking, “What’s wrong?” he gently dabbed at my cheeks and removed the blackened tears. Soon the tears dried up and laughter took its place.
Revelations 4:21 says, “And, better yet, he sent us Jesus to give us hope through our tears. Death is gone for good—tears gone, crying gone, pain gone—all the first order of things gone.”
And, sometimes God sends a friend to wipe away tears.
Thank you, Lord, for tears of sorrow and joy. Amen.