Was I told a lie? Are you not as big as they said? Are You really a bit more, well, human like, than I was made to believe?
We were at the San Francisco Bay when my little girl fell on the wood pier. We quickly spotted two deep splinters in her hand and tried to remove them, but to no avail. We had to walk a few blocks to the nearest Walgreens for a needle and tweezers and my heart dropped not a little.
Screams I had never before witnessed from her came rushing out as I had to hold that precious little arm still while my husband removed the offenders. A small crowd soon began to gather to see what these parents were doing to their child.
Finally, it was over. She immediately turned to me in a shaky voice, “It’s all done, Mom! It’s all done, Mom!” I swept her into my arms where she buried her head into my chest and began to quietly whimper.
There, in the middle of San Francisco, with cars and pedestrians all around, I held my sweet baby and cried right along with her.
“Jesus wept.” (John 11:33, NIV)
God, isn’t such too big for you, far below your level? Are you not the holy, powerful, Creator of the lighting ready to zap me dead? Weeping, could this really be an extension of you?
“When Jesus saw her weeping. . .
Jesus wept.” (John 11:33, 35, NIV)
When Your own back was torn open You did not complain. Hanging on three wounds in unbearable torment on a cross, not a tear can be found.
You cried for no other reason than one: Mary was crying and Your heart broke for her.
You are like a mother weeping over her child’s splintered hand.
My pains are seen and felt by You. Not the big guy up in the sky, but a Father quick to sweep me up and hold me tight until the hurt subsides. A God whose heart breaks simply because mine has been broken.
To even write such almost seems blasphemy. I am talking about the Creator after all, and yet, You are a Creator of passion, of love, of empathy and tenderness.
When the wounds ache deep, when the heartache runs strong, I will find You and Your eyes, those bright and beautiful eyes, never too big to not be found with tears.