“Tears”
Adapted from “Devotions” by Charles R. Swindoll
When words fail, tears flow.
Tears have a language all their own, a tongue which needs no interpreter. In some mysterious ways, our complex inner-communication system knows when to admit its verbal limitations….and the tears come.
Eyes flashing and sparkling only moments before become flooded from a secret reservoir. We try in vain to restrain the flow, but even strong men falter.
Tears are not self-conscious. They can spring upon us when we are speaking in public, or standing beside others who look to us for strength. Most often they appear when our soul is overwhelmed with feelings words cannot describe.
Our tears may flow during the singing of a great majestic hymn, or when we are alone, lost in some vivid memory or wrestling in prayer.
Did you know God takes special notice of those tears of yours? Psalm 56:8 tells He puts them in His bottle and enters them into the record He keeps on our lives. “Thou tellest my wanderings: put Thou my tears into Thy bottle: are they not in Thy book?” (Psalm 56:8 KJV)
David said, “The Lord has heard the voice of my weeping”
A teardrop on earth summons the King of Heaven. Rather than being ashamed or disappointed, the Lord takes note of our inner friction when hard times are oiled by tears. He turns these situations into moments of tenderness; He never forgets those crises in our lives where tears were shed.
One of the great drawbacks of our cold, sophisticated society is its reluctance to show tears. For some strange reason, men feel tears are a sign of weakness….and many an adult feels to cry is to be immature. How silly! How unfortunate! The consequence is we place a watchdog named “restraint” before our hearts. This animal is trained to bark, snap and scare away any unexpected quest who seeks entrance.
The ultimate result is a well-guarded, highly respectable, uninvolved heart surrounded by heavy bars of confinement. Such a structure resembles a prison more than a home where the tender Spirit of Christ resides.
Jeremiah lived in no such dwelling. His transparent tent was so tender and sensitive he could not preach a sermon without the interruption of tears. “The weeping prophet” became his nickname and even though he did not always have the words to describe his feelings, he was never at a loss to communicate his convictions. You could always count on Jeremiah to bury his head in his hands and sob aloud.
Strange that this man was selected by God to be His personal spokesman at the most critical time in Israel’s history; seems like an unlikely choice. Unless you value tears as God does. I wonder how many tears bottles in heaven are marked with Jeremiah’s name. I wonder how many of them bear your initials, or mine. He has mine in gallon jars!! If you find yourself crying this week, don’t try to hide the tears from those around you.
Tears are beautiful to God! And to God’s people.
Taken from writing by my Mother, based on Charles Swindoll’s Book.
