He
Collects Our Tears
Last week Husband and I
had our “date night” at home. We made popcorn and watched “The Shack.”
Because of the underlying story of child abduction, Samantha Runnion
came to my mind.
In fact, I remember her
every time I weep.
On July 15, 2002 as she
played with her best friend outside her family’s Stanton, CA condo,
5-year-old “Mantha” was snatched-- kicking and screaming-- by a stranger
who said he was looking for his lost puppy. Her brutalized body was
found 24 hours later on a remote mountain trail.
It’s impossible to hear
stories of senseless, heinous acts against innocent children without
being affected. Two days a week I listen to courageous women seek
spiritual healing by reliving the horror of things done to them-- most
before they were old enough to run away, or even tell anyone what
happened. Sometimes when they leave my office I sit alone and weep.
And I remember
“Mantha.”
Samantha Runnion couldn’t save herself, but she
did everything necessary to identify her abductor-- she wept. Her dried
tears were found on the car’s childproof door lock. When the DNA was
harvested, she had deposited her testimony there.
In the agonies that cause us to mourn, we leave
behind marks far more intimate than we realize. Our bodies biologically
document a complex, yet humble message:
I was here, and my pain was real.
Our ancient ancestors made tear-bottles,
small urns of glass or pottery created to collect the tears of mourners
at funerals for their loved ones. They were placed in the sepulchers at
Rome and in Palestine where bodies were laid to rest. In some ancient
tombs these bottles are found in great numbers. Each collected tears
that were shed with unique anguish by those who mourned.
In
times of big grief, the words of David, the psalmist comfort me: “You
keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your
bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.” (Psalm 56:8)
I need to remember that
our pain is not haphazardly viewed by the One who created our tear
ducts. God keeps count of our torment. Each tear is recorded and
collected. None are ever wasted. He knows our laments more intimately
than we realize.
But also
more than
a parent wiping our eyes and collecting our tears,
God shed tears of His own when He personally took on the sins and
sufferings of creation.
In her book
Creed or Chaos
(New York: Harcourt Brace, 1949), Dorothy Sayers writes:
“For whatever reason
God chose to make man as he is—limited and suffering and subject to
sorrows and death—He had the honesty and courage to take His own
medicine…
“He has Himself gone
through the whole of human experience, from the trivial irritations of
family life and the cramping restrictions of hard work and lack of money
to the worst horrors of pain and humiliation, defeat, despair and death.
When He was a man, He played the man. He was born in poverty and died in
disgrace and thought it well worthwhile.”
The effects of pain and
evil are real. In the midst of life’s sorrows, we may demand
explanations and justifications, and hear only the empty echo of our
grief. But we are not alone. God sent a Savior as unique and personal as
the very tears we shed. Each one is uniquely recorded by our Creator,
every cry heard by the one who wept at the grave of Lazarus, every
lament collected in a bottle until the day when humanity’s tears will be
no more.
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