Fresh in our minds was the recent death of the youth pastor’s beautiful baby girl, who was born with neurological problems and lived only twenty days. Another friend’s miscarriage, a teen’s accident, and other tragedies among the church members lay heavy on our hearts.
Yet I felt something else rippling through the church. Something even stronger than pain, stronger than the questions and the grief. It was faith, binding us together, holding us up to the very throne of God.
I felt the presence of God with us, not only giving freely the peace that passes understanding, but providing His support and His understanding. He was there not only as a Comforter, but also as a fellow mourner.
God cried too.
We often forget that, I think—that God is not just up in heaven allowing things to happen, but that He walks among us, grieving and crying with us. This world is not how it is suppose to be. It’s not how He meant it to be.
And when [Jesus] drew near and saw the city [of Jerusalem], He wept over it, saying, “Would that you, even you, had known on this day the things that make for peace~Luke 19:41The time will come when He will turn our mourning into joy. Some of that happens here on the earth when God brings glory from pain; the rest will come when this world is done. But the time is not yet for the New Jerusalem and the ultimate fix that will right all the wrongs. There’s more work to be done on this unjust earth.
But in the mean time, know that He knows. In fact, the Bible tells us not only that He sees our tears, but that He holds them, keeps them, and someday will wipe them away forever.
You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in your book? For You have delivered my soul from death, yes, my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of life. ~Psalms 56:8 and 13