“Can you wipe my tears?” sobs my
two year old great granddaughter Makenna holding her arms up toward
her mommy to be picked up from her crib.
Perhaps the little child had an age-appropriate nightmare or had just awakened and cried when she
realized she was alone in the dark. Of course mommy picks her up and
hugs her close. Then with both hands she wipes the tear drops flowing
down Makenna's cheeks.
Love, warmth, compassion, comfort,
consolation, solace, and relief are all bundled up in a mommy wiping
away her child's tears.
Likewise, whatever season of life we are in,
and whatever our adult circumstances, we have tears that we want
wiped away. If not actual liquid tears, then the tears of our heart
which are unseen but deeply felt. We have a divine, loving, warm,
compassionate Consoler who comes with solace to rescue us when we
call. “The Sovereign Lord shall wipe away the tears from all
faces...” (Isaiah 25:8).
We all have our own nightmares, our
fear of the darkness, the anxiety of loneliness, the sometimes
insurmountable pressure of our human circumstances. Right now it's
night time and there are still human tears to shed. God reaches to us
in the dark to enfold us close to His bosom and dry our tears. We can
stay snuggled in the shelter of His arms peaceful and poised while
everybody else seems to be going crazy and our lives are whirling out
of control. Why? Because we know that ultimately the dawn will break,
joy is coming, all will be well. We can smile through our grownup
tears in the midst of whatever chaos we are in and say, "I know
how all this is going to end!”
God's promise to us is that in His kingdom, there will be no hurting or mourning or tears. He will comfort us, wipe away our tears, and heal our deepest wounds. The Scripture uses the metaphor of God collecting our tears in a bottle implying that He doesn't overlook them, they are not wasted, they are precious. Whatever causes our human tears, whether grief or loss or regret or hardship or aloneness or illness or the aging and debilitating aspects of aging, Jesus promised “Blessed are they that mourn for they shall be comforted.”
Whatever doesn't get straightened out on
earth and in mortal time, will find its fulfillment in heaven
according to Revelation 21. Although suffering is a permanent feature
of our life on earth, the sure promise of God is, “He shall wipe
away every tear from their eyes; and there shall no longer be any
death; there shall no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain.”
I imagined our tears with
another metaphor--the weeping of the sky as the rain falls in
sympathetic echo of our earthly tears--when I wrote:
SKY TEARS
Why does the sky cry?
Is it for what has been
and is no more?
Is it for what is not and
never will be?
Is it for what will be but
is delayed?
Does the sky cry from
emptiness or fullness?
Or simply because in the
cycle of seasons
it is time to cry?
The sky needs release and
the thirsty ground
needs sky tears to soften
the soil
and prepare for spring:
the planting
sprouting, birth of life.
The weeping sky and the
rejoicing earth
meet in expectancy for the
certainty
of growth after the spring
rain.
Why does my heart cry?
I don't know why. Perhaps
for all the reasons
of the sky and earth
combined
for I am part of that
cycle of life and its seasons.
I seem to be always in
transition, always in anticipation
always in passage to
another stage.
I, too, cry from emptiness
and from fullness
and for release. Sometimes
wistfully looking backward
and then again pressing
longingly forward.
Sometimes my tears are
neither sad nor glad.
Perhaps my tears are the
bridge between
the loving decrees of God
for my life
those unknown episodes
still beyond the horizon
and the thirst of my
earth-heart to know what they are
and what the coming spring
will bring
after the planting, after
the sprouting
after the births of life
that will come forth in me
ultimately
after God has dried my
earthly tears
after the spring rain when
the sun bursts forth again
perhaps with the surprise
of an awesome rainbow
after all will be revealed
when He “makes all
things new.”
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