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Loving Him ... With His Tears on My Face

February 1, 2005 - We had just said goodbye to a radiant young bride-to-be. She had come over to our house to tell my husband, my children and me some of the exciting details of her upcoming wedding. Her eyes had been flashing; her smile sparkling; her dark, glossy hair bouncing as her excitement had spilled over her every word and gesture.

As the door closed behind her, Rachel-Ruth, my youngest daughter, burst into tears and ran from the room! Morrow, my 10-year-old, was as astonished as I was. We bolted after Rachel-Ruth and found her sobbing in the living room. Her hands were frantically tearing at her long braids as though she would pull them from her little head and, between choking breaths, she was saying, "I hate my curly hair! I'm not pretty at all!" Morrow and I stared at Rachel-Ruth aghast. Then we burst into tears, threw our arms around her, and the three of us crumpled on the floor in a heap of despair! Over curly hair, instead of straight hair! Over braided hair, instead of bobbed hair! Over an 8-year-old body—instead of a 21-year old figure!

What ridiculous nonsense, you might say. But when you love someone with all your heart, that person's pain is yours. As her mother, I so empathize with Rachel-Ruth that her tears are mine.

Likewise, our heavenly Father so closely identifies with His children that our tears are His. And in response to such loyalty and love, I, in turn, desire to so closely identify with Him—with His grief, His joy, His love, His pain, His blessing, His honor—that His tears are on my face.

Read John 12:1-8

Tears of Grief

Tears of JoyTears of LoveTears of Pain Tears of BlessingWould you choose to love Jesus with His tears on your face? Reflect on His love for you.

In the early light of Creation's dawn, the Father held His Alabaster Jar. It gleamed with the beauty of the Morning Star and was scented with the fragrance of the Rose of Sharon. It was His most precious possession. As His omniscient eyes looked down the years that stretched out before Him into generations and centuries and ages and millenniums, He knew ...

The Father slipped into the darkness of the world He had made and loved. The hands that held the Jar—His Son—with such tender, eternal love, relaxed and opened as He placed the Jar ever so gently on the manger bed of hay. During the years that followed, the beauty and the glory of the Jar were shared and admired by those who had eyes to see.

And then the Father once again picked up His Alabaster Jar. And on a hill so far away from His celestial home—a hill that was cold, barren and bleak, swarming with an angry mob that was unruly and obscene—the Father smashed His Alabaster Jar on a rugged, wooden cross. As the contents of flesh and blood were all poured out and the fragrance of His love permeated human history forever, our tears were on His face.

 

2 Comments

Mary Lou says 3.15.2012, 12:26 a.m.

Dear Jesus help me to see the Good you want for all of us and please help me build my Faith in You! Thank You Jesus!

ANTHONY says 3.15.2011, 8:48 p.m.

Thank you Jesus for Your mercy and grace and for Your tears You shed in your son Jesus I pray,amen,

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