Lenten Grace — Rain on Dust

photo by Josh Scholten
photo by Josh Scholten

“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before–more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.”
~Charles Dickens as “Pip” in Great Expectations

Lent humbles the hardest of hearts by softening and readying us through our tears.  We weep to read again of Christ’s walk on the parched road to the cross, where our tears are as welcome as a cleansing rain — tears meant to renew and restore the dust beneath His feet.

When we cry for Him in His sacrifice, experience His rejection and sorrow, we empty out our bitterness, our pride, and our ingratitude.  Our tears gently cushion His footsteps.  We prepare ourselves to follow on this difficult and arduous road, fitting our foot to each print He has left behind, knowing exactly where it will take us.

Our tears make us better than we ever have been and will set us right.

We weep in joy that we have His tear-stained footprints to follow.

2 thoughts on “Lenten Grace — Rain on Dust

  1. Very nicely said ….and so true . Tears shed are so cleansing and we are told He sees and saves every single drop.

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  2. Beautiful, Emily. I especially like what you said about softening the hardest of hearts, tears as cleansing, renewing and restoring. I never thought of tears in quite that way. Much to dwell upon here. Thank you for yet another gift to us.

    When I dwell upon the events of Jesus’ crucifixion, among my thoughts that cause my soul to weep in sorrow are:
    – this was an innocent man being handed over to a foreign occupying government by His own religious leaders for judgement
    and certain death
    – most of His close followers fled – deserting Him in his great hour of need
    – one of His own intimate group denied knowing Him, not once, but three times
    – the crowds demanding His death — where were those whom He had befriended, preached to, shown love, healed?
    – being nailed (not bound) to a “tree,” as a criminal, an object of scorn and ridicule
    – raised up on a cross — in total nakedness
    – among His final words were, “Father, forgive them; they know not what they do.”
    – after three hours of terrible suffering, He died of strangulation, suffocation, loss of blood

    I rejoice with gratitude when I think of:
    – the foreigner – a Cyrenian – who was delegated to help carry Jesus’ cross after He fell from His tortured,
    weakened condition
    – the woman, Veronica, who came through the crowd to wipe His face of blood and serous fluid
    – the many women disciples from Galilee and Jerusalem who followed with Him along the tortuous route
    to the end
    – those faithful who remained at the foot of the cross in solidarity with His suffering and death:
    – His mother, Mary, who once held and nurtured her Son as an infant and child, now waiting to receive his ravaged body
    into her arms once again – for the last time
    – Mary of Magdala and the “other” Mary
    – the Apostle, John
    – The Resurrection that would come in three days

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