I'VE LIVED LONG ENOUGH TO know that sometimes Christmas hurts. And when words fail, tears flow.
I'VE LIVED LONG ENOUGH TO know that sometimes Christmas hurts. And when
words fail, tears flow. In some remarkable way, our complex
inner-communication system knows when to admit its verbal limitations and
signal its need for assistance. It's an amazing thing. Lips that previously
moved freely begin to quiver. The tongue that was once quick and articulate
suddenly becomes limp. Eyes that flashed and sparkled only a few moments
before are now loaded with a substance that normally lies hidden in its
secret reservoir. Often this happens without the slightest
announcement—frequently to our embarrassment. Occasionally, we try in vain
to restrain the flow . . . but, alas, even the strongest of men find
themselves helpless to do so.
David refers to this phenomenon in the latter half of Psalm 6:8, where he
The LORD has heard my weeping.
You see, tears have a voice all their own—a wordless language not needing
an interpreter. Sometimes our tears flow during the singing of a great,
majestic hymn. On other occasions, we weep when we are alone, lost in some
vivid memory or wrestling in prayer. Tears are not self-conscious—they can
spring themselves upon us when we are speaking in public or standing beside
others who look to us for strength. Most often they appear when our soul is
overwhelmed with feelings that words cannot describe.
Did you know that God takes special notice of those tears of yours? Psalm
56:8 says He puts them in His bottle and enters them into the record He
keeps on our lives. How comforting!
This time of year, we must be especially sensitive to those who've recently
suffered the loss of a loved one, the breakdown of a lifelong marriage, the
pain and embarrassment of financial collapse, or the heartbreak of a
wayward son or daughter. People everywhere are hurting. The holidays only
exacerbate the pain. Loneliness intensifies. So does stress. Don't be
afraid to shed tears with someone who's experienced the deep sorrow of
grief. Tears are a gift from the Lord.