Come, grieve with me
Come grieve with me
While my heart bleeds
– and tries to breathe again.
Come let me cry
As waves crash hard
– against my will and might.
Come be the strength
Against my pain
– for heavy is the load.
Come sit with me
In silent love
– my darkness needs your light.
Come say the truth
I need to hear
– speak noble, right, pure, true.
Come stay with me
Through darkest war
– let my soul mourn tonight.
Come. Stay. Cry. Be.
My heart can’t see.
– I need to know there’s hope.
Sometimes there are no answers.
Sometimes the only thing to do is grieve – and it is right and good to do so.
But so often we don’t know how. We hate the pain that suffering brings and we rail against it – trying with every ounce of effort to hurry it up and make it go away. Whether it is ours or someone else’s.
But pain has purpose in God’s economy – and it is worth much more than we want to believe.
Sometimes, often times, the lessons are deepest, purest, truest through the pain.
Would we value health if we never encountered disease? Would we rejoice in commitment if we never experienced betrayal? Would we ever be able to bask in the glory of true peace if we never knew conflict?
NO, NO, a thousand times, NO!
Could we delight in the splendor of a simple cool drink if we had never ached with thirst? Would we treasure life and goodness if we had never suffered evil loss? Can we bask in the ecstasy of the joy of the Lord if we never know the depravity of our souls?
NO. No. no.
We cannot truly know the soaring heights of good until we know the unfathomable depths of the not-good – and the deeper we go into the abyss the more glorious the light of glory will be.
Don’t be afraid to grieve, and don’t be afraid to help others do the same. Because of and by the very things that cause our grief, we will know and experience more joy. And because of and by the entering into another’s pain you help them do the same. You minister to them in ways that are almost impossible to articulate, but are priceless in the end.
We need the fellowship of one another to grieve well – and grieve we all must do.