The desert father spent weeks meditating on a single phrase from the Bible.
Like, Jesus wept. The shortest verse in the Bible. Jesus wept. I started thinking about it.
Not like, his eyes watered.
Or a solitary tear ran down his cheek. Not even cried.
That’s like sobs spewing out of heaving chest
Spilling clumsily into the cold light
Juddering shoulders rocking whole body
Tears mingling with snot as they race down his face
Too many, too much to wipe away
Weeping isn’t pretty
Just pretty awkward
Weeping wells out of the deep places
Where God and man meet
In love and compassion
Their heart tearing to know the refusal of the loved ones to open their eyes
And see that heaven has touched earth
The kingdom has come
In the form of a man
A man containing the fullness of the Creator
And He is weeping
And He knows the pain of a broken heart
The ripping apart of unrequited love
The rawness of rejection
He knows the taste of salt
And the racking throb of sorrow
And, this sorrows me
And, this comforts me