DayBreaks for 5/26/17 – A Proof of the Truth of Love

DayBreaks for 5/26/17: A Proof of the Truth of Love

From the DayBreaks archive, May 2007:

Tears.  Sorrow.  Grief.  Three words that we hope don’t come anywhere near us, for when they do they are always unwelcome visitors.  Would that life were always full of joy, happiness and laughter!  That is, after all, how God intended for life to be, and how it will someday again be for those who love Him! 

In the meantime, we are awaiting that revealing and dawning.  And as the ocean is full of water, so our lives are full of tears.  It doesn’t take much for me to cry.  I am sometimes embarrassed by my readiness to cry, wishing that I were more stoic, that perhaps things didn’t affect me as much.  Those are usually times when I am in a public situation, sometimes in the pulpit, or at the beside of a person in great pain and facing death. 

What can you say to someone who is crushed, broken hearted by loss or some great sorrow?  I know I struggle to find words.  They do, too.  They may be crying, and yet they still seem to be able to say, “I’m sorry for crying.”  I usually am quick to assure them that tears are not bad.  Jesus cried.  And I tell them that tears are a part of the language of love, for if we did not love, we would not weep with loss.

I found it interesting that my oldest son, Doug, was reflecting on this the other day in his blog, when he wrote: “Perhaps sorrow like this can be a kind of gift, too.  It is at least proof of the truth of love, and hope is never far from love.” (Doug Dalrymple, 5/10/07, The Scrivener)

The sorrow that produces weeping is a gift, for it reveals what is in our hearts, and if nothing else, surely it must be proof of the truth of a love that may have even gone unexpressed in happier times. 

Let your tears flow when you need to cry.  They are part of God’s heart, too.

PRAYER:  Lord, may we join in the weeping that comes from your heart for this broken and bloody world of darkness and loss.  May we weep unashamedly because of the love that you put into our hearts for You and those around us.  And may we also weep for our brokenness.  In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Copyright 2017 by Galen Dalrymple.

 

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DayBreaks for 9/30/14 – The Monster Who Was Sorry

DayBreaks for 9/30/14 – The Monster Who Was Sorry

Ephesians 4:31 (ESV) – Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice.

I loved this story: “My wife had a second-grader who once drew a picture of a fierce rhinoceros with a disturbing and unvarnished admission as a caption: “I’m as angry as a rhino!” Similarly, in her book, Amazing Grace; A Vocabulary of Faith, Kathleen Norris writes about a little boy who wrote a poem called “The Monster Who Was Sorry.” In the poem the boy explodes about how he hated it when his father yelled at him. In anger he threw his sister down the stairs, wrecked his room, then destroyed an entire town. His poem concludes: “Then I sit in my messy house and say to myself, ‘I shouldn’t have done all that.'”

“Commenting on the boy’s poem, Norris writes, ‘My messy house’ says it all; with more honesty than most adults could have mustered, the boy made a metaphor for himself that admitted the depth of his rage and also gave him a way out. If that boy had been a novice in a fourth century monastic desert, his elders might have told him that he was well on the way toward repentance, not such a monster after all, but only human. If the house is messy, they might have said, why not clean it up, why not make it into a place where God might wish to dwell.’

How’s your house looking?

James 1:19-20 (ESV) – Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; 20  for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God.

PRAYER: Forgive our anger that does not work the righteousness of God!  In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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DayBreaks for 02/04/14 – Going Home in Deep Sorrow

DayBreaks for 2/04/14 – Going Home in Deep Sorrow

Luke 23:44-49 (NLT) By this time it was noon, and darkness fell across the whole land until three o’clock. 45  The light from the sun was gone. And suddenly, the curtain in the sanctuary of the Temple was torn down the middle. 46  Then Jesus shouted, “Father, I entrust my spirit into your hands!” And with those words he breathed his last. 47  When the Roman officer overseeing the execution saw what had happened, he worshiped God and said, “Surely this man was innocent.” 48  And when all the crowd that came to see the crucifixion saw what had happened, they went home in deep sorrow. 49  But Jesus’ friends, including the women who had followed him from Galilee, stood at a distance watching.

For my quiet time, I’ve been using the gospel of Luke. Though it isn’t near Easter yet, I am at this point in the gospel. This has always intrigued me, not just because of the pathos of the crucifixion and the meaning it has, but because of a couple of statements in these verses.

First: how poignant is the statement The light from the sun was gone. It could have been said that the “Light from the Son was gone” and been equally true.  What happened to cause this three- hour darkness? Some suggest it was an eclipse, but those don’t last for three hours. Cloud cover? Possibly – a very thick one. Was it that God had for those 3 hours turned away from the earth and His glory wasn’t there anymore? Was it symbolic of the sway that evil was having during those ghastly hours? I don’t know. But the point is that it was dark, as if all creation was mourning the suffering and death of its Creator. And God clearly was directly involved with the event and the disappearance of the sun. Nothing He does is by accident. For God it was a time of deep sorrow and grief – and black is the color of mourning. I suspect this may be why, but we shall have to ask some day to really understand.

The reactions of the Roman centurion and the people as they left were interesting. For the centurion, it led to some level of faith or at least belief. The reaction of others after the death of Christ was, appropriately, deep sorrow. Did they now realize what they’d done? Remember, these were the people who mere hours before were chanting “Crucify him!  Crucify him!”

I can only surmise something here. My guess is that that not a single person among the crowd would have made the decision all on their own to kill Jesus, nor would they have pounded the nails into his hands or feet, nor mocked him. But people in crowds do bizarre things and it only takes one or two (in this case probably the “exalted” religious leaders and a few of their zealous adherents) to have incited them to such “Crucify him!” chants and to demand his death.  Often, it is only in hindsight that we see the gravity of our actions and how wrong we were. Jesus’ words from the cross were more spot on than we can imagine: Father, forgive them for they don’t know what they’re doing. It appears that was precisely the case as the people, when they did realize what they had done, were filled with deep sorrow.

What do you do when the crowd presses hard on you to compromise your faith or simply to do something that your spirit tells you is a compromise that is not honorable? Stand strong so that you won’t have to go home in “deep sorrow”.

PRAYER: Jesus, we all played a role in your crucifixion. We often don’t know what we are doing or how we hurt you, but forgive us all the same! In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Copyright 2014 by Galen C. Dalrymple.

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DayBreaks for 1/23/14 – She Laughs Now Alfred

DayBreaks for 1/23/14 – She Laughs Now, Alfred           

Revelation 20:13-14 (NLT) – The sea gave up its dead, and death and the grave gave up their dead. And all were judged according to their deeds. 14  Then death and the grave were thrown into the lake of fire…

Less than one year ago, I spent two months in Africa, learning and experiencing that land and the people who live and suffer there, so that perhaps we might be able to help them and others like them around the world live better lives spiritually and physically. I came to be very good friends with several of those I was with, but the closest is Alfred, from Liberia. Alfred’s last name is Collie, which in Liberian means “leopard.”

Today, Alfred is not feeling like a leopard, but is weeping over the sudden, unexpected death of his 7-year old granddaughter. He is crushed, weeping without ceasing, in deep anguish of heart and mind. Death has taken another victim. I cannot image the grief of a parent who has lost a child, nor that of a grandparent who loses a grandchild. It is too overwhelming to grasp, to deep to understand – and I can barely stand to contemplate it, let alone go through such gut-wrenching agony.

Alfred is not alone in his grief today. Many today are facing the death of a loved one. Estimates range from 150,000-300,000 people die each day around the world. How many tears per day is that? Yet it is Alfred on this day that has my heart and prayers. He is so far away (or is it I who am far away?) in this time of need and I wish with all my heart I could be there to weep with him.

Early in his career, American playwright, Eugene O’Neill, wrote the imaginative play Lazarus Laughed. It’s about Lazarus’s life after Jesus raised him from the dead. Near the beginning of the play, friends are gathering for a banquet in Lazarus’s honor. They are all eager to hear what Lazarus has to say about his experience. As they are being seated, one guest says, “The whole look of his face has changed. He is like a stranger from a far land. There is no longer any sorrow in his eyes. They must have forgotten sorrow in the grave.” Another guest, one who had helped roll the tombstone aside, recalls the scene after Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead beautifully:

And then Lazarus knelt and kissed Jesus’ feet, and both of them smiled, and Jesus blessed him and called him “My Brother” and went away. And Lazarus, looking after him, began to laugh softly like a man in love with God. Such a laugh I never heard! It made my ears drunk! It was like wine! And though I was half-dead with fright, I found myself laughing, too.

Death. We don’t even like to say the word. It has a coldness to it, a finality. There is no life in it. I hate it. You hate it. God hates it. And God will destroy it – totally, utterly, and finally. On the day that happens I will praise Him yet anew. And I shall rejoice to see death cast into hell. Then I, Alfred, his granddaughter and all His children, will laugh.  Until then: Comfort, oh comfort my people, says your God. Isaiah 40:1 (MSG)

PRAYER: Father, only You can comfort us in the face of such devastation as death. I pray Your comfort today on my friend, Alfred. Please, Father, send Jesus back soon to crush this terrible enemy forever! In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Copyright 2014 by Galen C. Dalrymple.

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