Tears are strange
When do I find myself in tears?
When my body is overwhelmed with emotion I tend to cry.
When I am so grieved that my heart cannot take it and I feel so sad my body creates tears. It is the overflow, the spilling. When my heart breaks like a glass containing water that is when my tears spill from my body.
When I am so overjoyed that my heart cannot take it and I feel so happy my body creates tears. It is the overflow, the spilling. When my heart swells to it's maximum like a balloon bursting that is when my tears erupt from my body.
These two extremes these two strange feelings. They are in so many ways opposites. They are night and day, sun and moon, good and bad, yin and yang and yet at the same time tears seem to tie them together they seem to find common ground as my eyes fill and release.
Why tears?
What is it to cry?
Does anything else cry like humans?
Are tears what it is to be made in the image of God?
Does God weep?
Why is it the overwhelming of my heart that triggers the formation and falling of tears? What is it about water from my eyes? Why is that the human reaction to extreme feelings?
Tears come from the eyes which are the window into the soul.
Why are tears a sign of weakness? Why are tears looked down upon in our culture? If a woman cries she is weak if a man cries he is a woman.
Why is being considered a woman an insult? Why are tears a sign of weakness? It takes more courage more strength to feel, to cry, than it does to build walls and harden your heart.
I cry so often. I cry when the kids in my class hug me. I cry when they cry. I cry when I see calves loosed from their stall. I cry when I walk through the door at the Oak House in Norwood.
I fought back tears this past Monday as I stood in the back watching my beautiful brothers and sisters eat the harvest from the Arawak garden that with the help of my Franklinton Gardens friends was prepared.
Standing there thinking about how God provided this land bank on 4th street.
How my friends all showed up on the work days to help.
How God's faithfulness allows a seed, which goes into the ground and dies, to sprout new life.
How in the rain that new life grows and strengthens.
How that life in the sun gains nutrients.
I fought back tears as I thought about those little neighborhood girls running across the street to help me pick beans off the stalk.
How what was once a tiny seed is now I giant head of lettuce.
How the Franklinton Gardens people celebrated with me and helped me cook this harvest.
And standing there in the back of the pantry.
The pantry, a place with so much of my life woven into it.
The pantry, as I've grown and learned inside and outside of it's walls.
The pantry, my heart overwhelmed and swelling as Greg and Cheryl Ball lead worship.
A community of people working together to grow, harvest, prepare, and eat a meal.
a community of sinners, of brokenness, a community of humans who's plans and lives didn't go the way they thought they would coming together as one body.
Not for money, not for fame, not for ambitions, just working side by side, for love.
The Kingdom of Heaven here on Earth.
This is the life I want. To invite everyone to live on an urban garden to harvest and share countless meals and experiences together. To cry tears of grief together. To cry tears of joy together. This is the life I want.
Tears are strange.
When do I find myself in tears?
When my body is overwhelmed with emotion.
Amos Lee - Flower
When do I find myself in tears?
When my body is overwhelmed with emotion I tend to cry.
When I am so grieved that my heart cannot take it and I feel so sad my body creates tears. It is the overflow, the spilling. When my heart breaks like a glass containing water that is when my tears spill from my body.
When I am so overjoyed that my heart cannot take it and I feel so happy my body creates tears. It is the overflow, the spilling. When my heart swells to it's maximum like a balloon bursting that is when my tears erupt from my body.
These two extremes these two strange feelings. They are in so many ways opposites. They are night and day, sun and moon, good and bad, yin and yang and yet at the same time tears seem to tie them together they seem to find common ground as my eyes fill and release.
Why tears?
What is it to cry?
Does anything else cry like humans?
Are tears what it is to be made in the image of God?
Does God weep?
Why is it the overwhelming of my heart that triggers the formation and falling of tears? What is it about water from my eyes? Why is that the human reaction to extreme feelings?
Tears come from the eyes which are the window into the soul.
Why are tears a sign of weakness? Why are tears looked down upon in our culture? If a woman cries she is weak if a man cries he is a woman.
Why is being considered a woman an insult? Why are tears a sign of weakness? It takes more courage more strength to feel, to cry, than it does to build walls and harden your heart.
I cry so often. I cry when the kids in my class hug me. I cry when they cry. I cry when I see calves loosed from their stall. I cry when I walk through the door at the Oak House in Norwood.
I fought back tears this past Monday as I stood in the back watching my beautiful brothers and sisters eat the harvest from the Arawak garden that with the help of my Franklinton Gardens friends was prepared.
Standing there thinking about how God provided this land bank on 4th street.
How my friends all showed up on the work days to help.
How God's faithfulness allows a seed, which goes into the ground and dies, to sprout new life.
How in the rain that new life grows and strengthens.
How that life in the sun gains nutrients.
I fought back tears as I thought about those little neighborhood girls running across the street to help me pick beans off the stalk.
How what was once a tiny seed is now I giant head of lettuce.
How the Franklinton Gardens people celebrated with me and helped me cook this harvest.
And standing there in the back of the pantry.
The pantry, a place with so much of my life woven into it.
The pantry, as I've grown and learned inside and outside of it's walls.
The pantry, my heart overwhelmed and swelling as Greg and Cheryl Ball lead worship.
A community of people working together to grow, harvest, prepare, and eat a meal.
a community of sinners, of brokenness, a community of humans who's plans and lives didn't go the way they thought they would coming together as one body.
Not for money, not for fame, not for ambitions, just working side by side, for love.
The Kingdom of Heaven here on Earth.
This is the life I want. To invite everyone to live on an urban garden to harvest and share countless meals and experiences together. To cry tears of grief together. To cry tears of joy together. This is the life I want.
Tears are strange.
When do I find myself in tears?
When my body is overwhelmed with emotion.
Amos Lee - Flower