I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Sunday, August 11, 2019
what makes you weep?
“Check times and places where you weep and you will see the
places where God was getting through to you… We should weep at church: Weep for
the death of Jesus, weep for the love of God, weep for our sins, weep for our
salvation, weep for the poor, weep for the dead, weep for the dying, weep for
the frightened, the lonely, the lost and the oppressed. When we do not weep I
worry that we have not heard the Word, or we have left our feelings at home, or
they are so deeply buried that prayer and scripture and song and sermon will
not reach them.”
Frederick
Buechner
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What brings tears to your eyes?
Does anything bring tears to your eyes?
It is an important question
For it tells one much about his, or her heart
It is telling that the plight of the people in the
detention camps
Brought tears to the eyes of AOC, and many others
It is telling that the sight of those same people,
crowded together
Hopeless, unwashed, crowded,
Brought nothing but a scowl to the face of Mr. Pence
What brings tears to your eyes?
Yesterday I participated in a memorial service for
A kind and gentle man
His family held the service on what would have been the
73rd anniversary
Of he and his wife, Irene
As friends and family gathered after the service
To share and reflect
The granddaughter cued up one of this man, Kenneth’s
Favorite songs
One he used to hum, even after Alzheimers began to make
his lost and confused
“Goodnight Irene”
As that song played, Irene, 90 plus years young
Danced with a friend
Her daughter had tears in her eyes
So did her granddaughter
So did it
I sometimes have tears in my eyes when I watch a moive
With a happy ending
Or watch a mother look at her newborn child
I have tears in my eyes when the sun comes up
And when it goes down
And there are tears when the milky way sprawls across
The deep darkness of a rural sky
I have tears when I remember my dad, who died over 30
years
Of cancer
And my mother who quickly followed him
Both dead before they reached 70
I have tears when I see pictures of beloved pets, now
gone
And tears when we sing my favorite carols on Christmas
eve
I have tears when I remember little babies, dying in
northern Iraq
After the first gulf war
Dying in spite of all we did to try and save them
Tears when I remember malnourished children living in the
dump
In Mexico City
I have tears when I remember those times
When I failed to be there for my children
Because I was too busy being a minister
There is nothing wrong with weeping
Mary wept at the foot of the cross
Peter wept when he denied the Christ
The people of Israel wept when they realized they had
abandoned God’s way
We can weep about loss
Weep about failure
Weep about cruelty
We can weep about inequity and injustice
Weeping means we are awake to what is going on around us
Weeping means we are awake to what is going on inside us
Weeping means we are awake
To pain
But also love
To fear
But also hope
Weeping can lead us in the house of the Sacred
Into the realm of the Spiritual
"With weeping they will come, And by supplication I
will lead them; I will make them walk by streams of waters, On a straight path
in which they will not stumble… “ (Jeremiah 31:9)
So let us “check times and places where [we] weep
and [we] will see the places where God is getting through…
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