So many tears at the altar.
Tears of repentance
Tears of remorse
Tears of commitment
Tears of loss
Tears…
So many tears in the prayer room.
Tears of missionary burden
So many tears at my office desk
Students’ tears of recognition
Tears of acceptance
Stressful tears and
Tears of hope.
One student wept tears of utter frustration with the pandemic
Combined with pain at the prospect of zero contact with unbelievers
Zero possibilities of face-to-face witnessing
Weeping for the lost opportunities of the months before the quarantine.
And the lost possibilities now.
Real tears.
Not dramatic, contrived tears by any stretch of the imagination.
Nor are they cultural tears.
Not at all.
I live with people who weep.
“When was the last time you wept?”
That is the question short term missionary Jack Spiers asked me
When I was fourteen years old in La Paz, Bolivia.
The Holy Spirit is asking me that very question again today.
Will I join His passionate weeping for the lost (Romans 8:26)?
Will I quit weeping from the discomfort of these surprising and trying times?
Will I start weeping with those who weep?
Will I?
Jesus wept.
