Tears

“Why are you crying?” The angels ask the mourning woman.  Then Jesus, sitting watching the woman weep, asks the same.

The angels knew.  Jesus knew. He always knows. Only Mary did not know it was Him.

When we weep.  When life feels like it has pulled us from the inside out.  When we cannot see that He sees.  He knows.

He sees the end and the beginning. Even if the Holy is hidden by our tears, it is there. Mary’s tears drew the Savior, ours draw His Spirit. The distance is not Him, it is us. It is us trying to solve and save and suffer alone.

He is the gentleman that waits for the invitation to wipe our tears and share our suffering. The why is not asking for a reason, the why is an invitation to a remembrance.  

Remember He sees, He knows, He is present; He is creating something new and vastly stronger in us.  He comforts and protects and weaves sacred wonder out of weeping.

“That is why we never give up.  Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long.  Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever!  So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now;  rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen.   For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.”  

2 Corinthians 4:16-18