My fingers have been itching to write lately, but when I begin a post I succumb to some type of tears in my life and abandon my writing in fear of sounding hopeless. But, after an unusual couple weeks, I am just going to write about my tears with a promise of hope.
First, are my tears for injustice. I have found time lately to catch up on my BBC news online and I am reminded why it is just easier not to keep up. I have been heartbroken by the stories of Asia Bibi in Pakistan and the backlash on those seeking justice in the Middle East. Asia is currently on death row under the blasphemy law and some who have stuck up for her justice, such as governor Salman Taseer, have been assassinated. Stories in Egypt and the Sudan are equally heartbreaking these days and while I know tragedy in the news is infinite, I long for justice.
“Realize, then, how significant it is that the Biblical writers introduce God as “a father to the fatherless, a defender of widows” (Psalm 68.4-5). This is one of the main things he does in the world. He identifies with the powerless, he takes up their cause.”
from Tim Keller’s Generous Justice
My second set of tears are for my family’s loss of a great man in my grandfather, John Richard Cook. They were also tears of celebration as my family got to spend some good time remembering the funny, fun-loving man who taught me to swim, built sand castles on the beach every summer, and loved to play golf with friends.
Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth!
Serve the Lord with gladness!
Come into his presence with singing! Know that the Lord, he is God!
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving,
and his courts with praise!
Give thanks to him; bless his name!
My next tears were happy tears when I got to see my husband after we had spent a week apart. Somehow I didn’t realize how much I missed him in the midst of a busy week, but tears of joy made my day when I got to jump in to his arms. I am thankful for marriage and a wonderful, supportive husband who loves me more than I deserve.
But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.
1 Corinthians 13.13 from The Message
My last set of tears are tears of unfairness. The world lost an unbelievable person and a woman that I very much looked up to in the person of Becka. Her life was one of explosive joy, compassion, and love and it is hard to believe that it was her time to leave us. She was a creator of community, a supporter of ministry, a welcomer to newcomers, a lover of her husband and kids, and an intimate friend to so many.
“In this crazy world, there’s an enormous distinction between good times and bad, between sorrow and joy. But in the eyes of God, they’re never separated. Where there is pain, there is healing. Where there is mourning, there is dancing. Where there is poverty, there is the kingdom.”
Henri J. M. Nouwen
(thanks for that one Robin)