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A Time To Weep
As we approach the New Year, many of us would like to fully erase what happened in 2020. We would like to blast our fireworks and raise a glass to celebrate a new beginning, and never look back.
I completely understand. The anguish and suffering that the world has endured has been too much. We would rather forget this tragedy than dwell in the pain and loss of it. I admit that I prefer dwelling in the hope of the future and forgetting the suffering of the past, as if it never happened. But, in these last few weeks and months I find myself weeping uncontrollably, as if a faucet has been left on and there is no shut off valve. Sure, I could explain it away with hormonal imbalance, my age, or the fact that I feel isolated and lonely, but I believe it’s more than that.
While I watch the nightly news and the reports of the climbing death toll, or the violence and destruction caused by angry citizens or raging wildfires; I find myself weeping.
I weep for all who are suffering and continue to suffer well beyond the New Year.
Ecclesiastes states that for everything there is a season. This includes a time to mourn and a time to weep. Although like you, I would just as soon forget about this painful year, I believe it is completely appropriate to honor our loved ones by weeping and wailing over the loss of so many lives, and the suffering created by this pandemic.
While the social injustices were here long before Covid-19, the disparity between the rich and the poor have been indelibly highlighted by it.
While the leaders of our country debate in the decadently rich halls of Washington, thousands of people wait in food lines hoping the meager provisions will get them through another week without starving. For all of this I weep.
In these tragic times, we can and should weep to honor the lost souls of our loved ones who left our world too soon. We can and should weep over the social injustices plaguing our fellow citizens, and we can and should weep over the divisions of our nation, its people and leaders.
As we weep as a nation, God weeps with us. He is our Comforter and the Great Healer. He has comforted thousands of suffering people that have come before us, and He will comfort us now and in the future.
Whenever I am distressed or sorrowful, I take solace in the Psalms, as they remind me that I am not alone but uniquely and mystically tied to every believer who has gone before me.
Here is a list of Psalms that I pray will bring you healing in the days and months ahead. May God bless you and bring you laughter in the midst of your tears!
“Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress: my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief,” “But I trust in you, Lord; I say, You are my God.” “My times are in your hands.”
“Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am faint; heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony. My soul is in deep anguish. How long, Lord, how long? Turn, Lord, and deliver me; save me because of your unfailing love.”
“Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he saved them from their distress. He sent out his word and healed them.”
Psalm 16: 1-2
Preserve me, O God, for in you I take refuge. I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord, I have no good apart from you.”
And my favorite!… Psalm 23 1-6
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me lie down in green pastures, he leadeth me beside the still waters, He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”
As we weep and mourn the tragedy of 2020, let us bring forth a new light into the world by sharing your faith with others. Let us work together as people of faith to share the love of Christ by all we think, say, and do