How Tears Help Wash Away the Pain

How Tears Help Wash Away the Pain

“Quit your crying!” 

 

From the time we were little children, most of our parents told us not to cry when we were hurt. Even if our moms and dads were of the more nurturing nature, the message that is crying is for wimps was reinforced by our classmates, heroes on TV, and society’s expectation in general. 

Of course, there is a time to stop crying, deal with your problem and move on, just as my wife and I tell our children.

But how many of us are holding back tears during a time when we should let them flow? We may experience an extreme trial such as a job loss, the severing of a close relationship, abuse toward us or those we love, accidents, bad news of a serious illness, or even a death–and because we were taught to hold back the tears, buck up, and save face–we stuff the feelings of grief and emotional trauma deep down where we think it’s hidden for good. 

But it has a way of coming back. 
In anger, frustration, bitterness, despondency–we often lash out toward those who are closest to us and could console us.
We hide behind a wall, a veneer of togetherness, when inside we are falling apart.  
In this post, I am showing pages 7-10 of the children’s book I recently illustrated, “The Boy in a Tree,” by Pamela Boodle. (If you missed my first post introducing this book, you can check it out right here.)The_Boy_COVER_a2_flt_11x17_sm3
 
In the book, Nick, a cognitively impaired child, sees the world in a different way than most of us. Although he may not be able to do many of the things we take for granted…  …His slower pace naturally allows him to notice the more important things in life that really matter.

And because he is not socially adept enough to hide behind a facade of respectability, he goes around living life by…just being himself. He doesn’t care how he looks to others. When he’s happy, he’s not too “cool” to show it. When he’s hurt, he doesn’t hold back the tears. And because of this, he is more emotionally healthy than many “typical” people.

 
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“The Boy in a Tree,” pages 7 & 8

"The Boy in a Tree," pages 9 & 10

“The Boy in a Tree,” pages 9 & 10

 
My dad died from brain cancer in 2010 at the age of 64. He and my mother divorced 11 years prior to that and I hadn’t been very close to him up until that point, especially since he moved to another state. But after learning of the tumor, my family and I visited him several times. 
 
We saw the progression of the disease and how it reduced him from a confident, articulate, intellectual man to a blind, nearly helpless child, who needed assistance going to the bathroom. Unlike many people who are suffering from cancer, he was not bitter or despondent. He was very thankful whenever anybody did anything for him. All he wanted to do at the end was snuggle with his children. So, putting pride and awkwardness aside, I snuggled up next to my dad, and after a while he began to rub my belly. This seemed strange at first, but then I thought that this was maybe what he might have done when I was a young boy, and that somehow this might have brought him comfort, a feeling of closeness to his son. 
 
I cried. 
 
I prayed for him that God would heal him. I wanted him to stay alive so he could see and hold his grandchildren, and watch them grow up.
 
But about a month later, he died. When I got the news on the phone from his wife (who took care of him so selflessly, by the way) I didn’t feel anything. I expected to feel grief and wondered if something was wrong with me. Then I remembered how I cried so deeply during our last visit and, although I didn’t know it at the time, I realized I already grieved his death. I didn’t feel remorse. I was glad we drew close at the end and had no regrets.
 
About a year later, an older man in our church died. He was the head usher, a kind and gentle man that everybody seemed to love. At his funeral I grieved his death with many tears. Although I knew he was in heaven with the Lord, I missed his fellowship. 
 
In Christian circles, we often chide people for grieving at a funeral.
Because we have such a great hope of seeing our departed loved ones in heaven, we religiously expect a stoic response–hypocritically renamed as “joy”–during a time when we should be the most vulnerable and open with our feelings.
But in the Bible, you will see a completely different response.
 
For example, when Lazarus died, what did Jesus do? He wept. (John 11:35) When Stephen, the first martyr of the Christian church died, what did people do?  “Godly men buried Stephen and mourned deeply for him.” (Acts 8:2) When Tabitha died, what did the Christian church do? Did they say, “Hallelujah, Tabby’s risen to glory!” No! “All the widows stood around him (Peter), crying and showing him the robes and other clothing that Dorcas (Tabitha) had made while she was still with them.” (Acts 9:39)
 
Do you remember Samuel? Even if you don’t know the Bible very well, the name is so well known today because of a famous Jewish prophet who lived 3,000 years ago. I don’t think it is stretching the truth to say that there would be no Samuel unless a woman wasn’t afraid to cry. His mother, Hannah, couldn’t have any children. And in the Jewish culture, a woman being unable to have a child was the worst possible shame to endure. So what did Hannah do? 
 
She cried out to God. Literally. 
 
In the first book of Samuel, we read in verses 10-11:
 
In her deep anguish Hannah prayed to the Lord, weeping bitterly.  And she made a vow, saying, “Lord Almighty, if you will only look on your servant’s misery and remember me, and not forget your servant but give her a son, then I will give him to the Lord for all the days of his life…”
 
And then in verse 20, it tells us God answered her prayer.
 
So in the course of time Hannah became pregnant and gave birth to a son. She named him Samuel, saying, “Because I asked the Lord for him.” Samuel turned out to be a God-following man, the prophet who would anoint King Saul and King David, one of Israel’s greatest prophets of all time. But his life came as a result of a broken person who wasn’t afraid to show her brokenness.
 
Hannah didn’t pretend to be happy or, on the flip side, resign herself to misery. She owned her pain, and cried out for relief.
 
And that’s exactly what she got.
 
When we grieve, it’s like showing our wound to someone who can help us, instead of letting it fester and get infected. If we are real with God, others, and ourself, and say “This is my pain, I’m not hiding it. God please help me through this! Deliver me!” Our loving Lord will come and salve our wound, and healing will come. In time, we will experience true joy–not a forced smile that looks like Joker’s face–but a true, abiding, pervasive joy that comes straight from God, settles down into the deepest part of our being, and then bubbles up and flows out of us like a fresh spring of water!
QUESTIONS TO PONDER:
1. Is there any pain from the past that you have hidden and could deal with now?
 
2. How can you show compassion to someone who is hurting and help ease their pain?
 
3. Do you know what it is like to feel true joy in during incredible sorrow or difficulties?
Share your thoughts!

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"Inscribed," Pencil on Paper, by Matt Philleo

One day, when I was discouraged I read a verse in the Bible, in Isaiah, 49:15-16, where it says, "Can a woman forget her nursing child And have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, but I will not forget you. Behold, I have inscribed you on the palm of my hands." This verse brought such encouragement, that I created this original work of art to share the incredible love of God with others, including you!


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2 Comments

  1. Thanks so much for everything you said in this book. I have been fortunate in my life to always share my feelings. Yes, my mother would always tell me to stop my crying, but I couldn’t. To this day, even at 61, I still cry at the drop of a hat. The tears just come with absolutely no coercing. And quite honestly, I was always convinced that this was one of my weaknesses, at best. I haven’t even discussed this much with anyone, because I’m usually told I should toughen up and get on with it. I would say fine, and then lock myself in a room and cry alone. But I always got it out and I always knew that God loved me unconditionally, and that always got me through it. Thanks Matt, for setting me free, and for making me feel normal for the first time in my life. I almost feel like crying right now. Crying tears of relief.

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  2. Donna, I’m glad the message encouraged you. I started to write a reply, but had to go and pray and seek God for help in a trial. It seems like I get to put my message into practice! And now I’m back to finish the reply.

    Yes, it is good to be emotional–if that’s your personality–and be free to express those emotions. However, with all good things, there is a caveat. There is a time to let our emotions flow and a time to restrain them. Certain emotions can be very healing to get out and others can do harm.

    For example, part of me felt like God has done me wrong and I deserve better, and so as I cried out to Him tonight, I restrained myself enough to start out praying by saying. “God, You are good. No matter what I feel, You are good.” How dare I accuse God of being unfaithful? But during the prayer I got the perspective that this trial (and it’s not huge, just frustrating) is not about me and my comfort, but about God working this thing out for my and my family’s good and getting the glory. And building faith and trust in Him. And probably other things I’m not aware of!

    There’s a great song that goes “Blessed be Your name, in a land that is plentiful, where streams of abundance flow, blessed be your name.” And then, “Blessed be Your name, when I’m found in the desert place, when I walk in the wilderness, blessed be Your name. Every blessing You pour out I’ll turn back to praise…But when the darkness closes in Lord, still I will say…Blessed be Your name.”

    May the Lord bless you, Donna, in the midst of your trials. I pray not just for grace to get through them, but also for deliverance and healing at just the right time in God’s perfect will for you! Thanks again for your feedback here!

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