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TINY DROPS OF HUMANITY
By Erwin Bourne
Before we bid good-bye to those present at the cross,
there was one group in attendance whose role was
critical. Their very nature is so silent they are
often overlooked. Yes, this representative did much
more than witness the divine drama. They captured it.
They displayed the guilt of Peter; they betrayed the
guilt of Pilate and unveiled the anguish of Judas.
They transmitted John’s confusion and translated
Mary’s compassion.
Those tiny drops of humanity. Those round, wet balls
of fluid that tumble from our eyes, creep down our
cheeks, and splash on the floor of our hearts. They
were there that day. They are always present at such
times. That’s their job. They are miniature
messengers; on call twenty-four hours a day to
substitute for crippled words. They drip, drop and
pour from the corners of our souls carrying with them
the deepest emotions we possess. They tumble down our
faces with announcements that range from the most
blissful joy to darkest despair.
Peter. The burly fisherman. Strong enough to yank a
full net out of the sea. The man who only hours
before had bared his sword against the entire Roman
guard. But now look at him. Weeping, no…wailing.
Huddled in a corner with his face hidden in his
callused hands. Would a real man be doing this?
Confessing his failure. Begging forgiveness. Had
Peter lost his manhood? We know better don’t we?
And John, look at his tears. Is his emotions a lack
of courage? And the tears of Jesus. They came in the
garden. I’m sure they came on the cross. Do those
stains on his cheeks mean he had no fire in his belly?
Or grit in his gut? Of course not. They represent
the heart, the spirit, and the soul of a person.
Especially when you come to Calvary. You can’t go to
the cross with just your head and not your heart.
It’s a heart-splitting hour of emotion. May we never
see your passion without tears.
From Lucado in MINIATURE MESSENGERS
Edited by Erwin Bourne
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