Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Saturday, November 30, 2019

Jesus Wept

“Those who do not weep, do not see.”
                     Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

I have always found it profoundly important
that Jesus wept

that this one who was all love
this one who was stuffed full of sacred
and oozed healing
should weep

but it is clear he did
he wept for Lazarus
he wept over Jerusalem
he wept, perhaps for himself
as he prayed on that rock in Gethsemane, and “sweated blood”

why did he weep
this man of sorrows
this one acquainted with grief?

because he had eyes that saw
the people
all those people who littered his path

the rich and the poor
the righteous and the unsavory
the welcomed and the excluded
the greedy and the generous

he saw them all
and he saw their pain
their anger, hate, and fear
their greed

and he saw how they treated one another
as they lived out of the house of fear

he saw the oppression,
the exclusion
the hoarding
the cruelty

he saw all the miseries of human kind
he saw death

not just physical death
but spiritual death
emotional and relational death

he saw it, and he felt it
and he wept

and he lamented
Oh foolish people
“how often I have longed to gather [you] together,
as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings,
but you were unwilling!”  (Matthew 23:37)

Jesus wept because he saw
He felt
He took in
He carried
The pain of the world

He carried that pain all the way to the cross

Ah, that we might have eyes that see

Eyes that can look out
Past our own pain, our own self interest
And see the people around us

Ah that we might see the poor
The rejected
The oppressed and the minimized

Ah that we might see all those made vulnerable
By poverty
Or illness
Or by the color of their skin
Or their creed
Or the sexual orientation with which they were born

Ah that we might see them

And the fear, the loneliness
The depression and desperation
the hopelessness

Ah that we might weep
Weep for all the miseries of human kind

Weep for the wounds
Self-inflicted or imposed

But may we not just weep, but act
But offer ourselves
(in whatever way we can)
As instruments of healing and reconciliation

As our eyes see, and as our ears hear

May our hands be full of bread
Our hearts full of compassion
Our words full of kindness

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