The importance of lament

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“A voice is heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping. Rachel is weeping for her children; she refuses to be comforted for her children, because they are no more.” – Jeremiah 31:15

These words definitely hit me like a ton of bricks. These last couple of days, my heart has been breaking and grieving. Hearing about the senseless killings that happened in Newtown, Connecticut makes me want to weep. I think of people going to the shopping malls and trying to figure out that special gift that would make their kid smile and knowing that this Christmas, this would not be happening. Nor the year after that. Nor the year after that as well. We, as a society, strongly believe that children should bury their parents and not the other way around. If anything, it is what makes this tragedy that more heartbreaking. Lives snuffed out before their prime.

In light of such tragedy, I think it is only normal for us to ask the question of “why?” Why did this happen? How could an “all-loving” God allow this to happen? And when we do, we follow a long list of Biblical characters who in their pain cried out to God. In their confusion, they raised their voices, tinged with anger, shouting for vengeance for the injustice done to them. To lament is to acknowledge our present reality. To lament is to acknowledge our grief. To lament is to be human. When a loved one is taken away from us, especially in such a horrible and heinous manner, how can we not pour forth tears?

I know that there are some Christians who think that grieving is inappropriate. After all, they’re going to heaven. We should instead rejoice because now the person is in the presence of God. While that reality is true, it does not negate the reality that we who are left behind have to face. We have to face the reality that the person is not going to come back. And that reality can definitely seem unbearable. Because it is. But as a Christian, the one thing that the Scripture says is that we don’t have to “grieve as others do who have no hope.” (1 Thess. 4:13) It never says that we should not grieve. It says we should not grieve as if we have no hope. And our hope lies in the fact that the death we will experience in this life is now but a shadow of death because of what Jesus has done for us. Paul says that “since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep.” (1 Thess. 4:14). In the face of such a devastating reality, the reality of the hope we have in Jesus can give us hope.

As Christians, we are called to “weep with those who weep.” (Rom. 12:15) When Jesus came to this earth, he saw and felt the same evil realities that we live through. And when Jesus came face-to-face with the death of Lazarus, his beloved friend, the Scriptures say something that is so heart-wrenching and profound: Jesus wept. (John 11:35) Even though he will raise Lazarus back from the dead in the next following verses, he still lived in his present reality that involved his beloved friend being gone from this life. When faced with the horrific nature of the cross, the Man of Sorrows himself cried out to the heavens in anguish, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

My thoughts and prayers go out to the families and friends who have lost loved ones. My heart is shattered by the lives snuffed out by such a despicable crime against humanity. I pray that our Father in heaven will grant you comfort and peace which passes all understanding. I pray that the Prince of Peace shower you who mourn with his kindness and love. I pray that the Holy Spirit will give you solace in your time of grief.

Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

Wednesday Writings – Nov. 28

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Awhile ago, I wrote a blog post that was inspired by Amanda Todd’s suicide. She was a young girl who was bullied constantly and felt that suicide was the only way to escape the pain. The poem that I wanted to share today was also a tribute to a man I never knew but whose words have haunted me. His name was Bill Zeller. Before he committed suicide, he left behind a suicide note explaining why he did what he did. As I read it, my heart was just filled with grief and sadness that someone went through what he went through alone. He felt as if no one could ever help him. That is a terrible lie and an even more terrible reality to live out.

If you’re reading this and you’re contemplating suicide, I would urge you, plead with you, beg you, not to go through with it. The pain that you’re going through is probably unbearable and it hurts so much but suicide is not the answer to your problems. There are people who you can talk to, confide to, and they can help you. Also, there is a loving Father in heaven who loves you so much and sent His Son to die for you so that you don’t have to. There are various resources out there: people, communities, organizations that you can reach out to and who will do their best to help you go through what you’re going through. You’re not alone.

If you ever want to talk, please feel free to e-mail me or connect with me on Facebook and Twitter. I will be here to lend a listening ear =)

the dark passenger
 
scream, cry, numb

every fiber straining
to hold it all together.
but i can’t.
not anymore.
no one knows
not until the end
will they realize.
by then… too late.
emptiness swallowing me whole
until i am lost, never to be found.
truth hurts.