The Gift of Tears

Today is the second day our 44th week, reading the Bible through in a year. Our scriptures today are:  Ezekiel 19-21; John 7; Psalm 84.

Sometimes when I'm deep in prayer, tears flow on their own.  Of course, this may happen when I'm crying out in anguish to the Lord--but at other times tears flow freely, even when I'm not in inner pain.  The desert fathers of ancient Christianity called this "The Gift of Tears."  

Psalm 84:2 says, "My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God."   Verses 5-7 say:

Blessed are those whose strength is in you,

whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.

As they pass through the Valley of Baka,

they make it a place of springs;

the autumn rains also cover it with pools.

They go from strength to strength,

till each appears before God in Zion.

Verses 5-6 talk about the spiritual pilgrimage of prayer, which can often involve tears.  Entering prayer is analogous to going through the valley of Baka before ascending the heights of Zion.  The Septuagint calls this the "valley of weeping," and the Latin Vulgate translates it as the "valley of tears."  The Treasury of Scripture Knowledge says that the psalmist is creating a picture of a valley of thorns, that "could not be passed without labour and tears."

Entering a time of prayer can often be like crossing a vale of tears.  Confessing our sins, crying out to God for strength, we move through the thorns of our own self-deception until we cross to the other joyful side.  But the blessing is that our tears water the landscape of prayer, turning our pain into beautiful springs and pools.  

Instead of our tears indicating weakness, they represent inner growth.  Verse 7 says, "They go from strength to strength, till they appear before God in Zion."  I saw a tee shirt that said, "Pain is weakness leaving the body."  I might say the same thing about tears.  They heal us.  They make us strong.

Granddad was always taught that real men don't cry.  And for a time, he believed this.  He kept things bottled up inside.  But I remember when Grandmom got sick, and when she died, how he discovered the gift of tears.  He lived years beyond her, and I remember many times that he shared that gift of tears with me.  I thought it a great blessing that he opened up to me, to share this gift that he'd kept hidden away for so long.  Granddad was a strong man, who had been afraid that weeping made him weak.  But he discovered, and demonstrated, that tears actually make you strong.

Jesus wept at the death of Lazarus.  He cried out to God in Gethsemane.  The woman who anointed His feet washed them with her tears and dried them with her hair.  Tears cleanse the soul.  They refresh the spirit.  Tears are a gift that help you go from strength to strength.

Today, I want to leave you with Amy Grant's "Better than a Hallelujah."  I think it has a lot to say about the blessing and gift of tears.

"Better Than A Hallelujah"

God loves a lulluby
In a mother's tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes

God loves the drunkard's cry
The soldier's plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

The woman holding on for life
The dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes

The tears of shame for what's been done
The silence when the words won't come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

Better than a church bell ringing
Better than a choir singing out, singing out

We pour out out miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

(Better than a Hallelujah sometimes)
Better than a Hallelujah
(Better than a Hallelujah sometimes)