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If It’s not Messy, It’s not Real

When one is on a camping holiday, one gets to observe birds up close. I saw sparrows having dust baths right outside our tent. I googled it and discovered that indeed it is a way they clean themselves. They work the dust into their feathers then flap their wings and give them a good shake and the dust cleans them from mites and grease. A messy way to get clean!

A sparrow having a dust bath

When I was in grade two, my teacher told us that, when Jesus was a boy, He crafted sparrows out of wet clay and they flew away. I never heard that story again. Today’s chapter from John Stott’s book deals with sparrows. For the first time since 1958 I read that story again. John Stott writes, “The so-called Infancy Gospel of Thomas preserves a rather charming story (though almost certainly not authentic) of Jesus as a boy of five. He and other children were playing together beside a stream, and Jesus fashioned twelve sparrows out of soft clay. When his father Joseph asked him why he was breaking the law on the Sabbath day, ‘Jesus clapped his hands together and cried out to the sparrows and said to them ” Go!”, and the sparrows took their flight and went away chirping.'”

My Bible reading today was from John 9 and deals with the story of Jesus’ encounter with the man born blind. “After saying this, he spit on the ground, made some mud with the saliva, and put it on the man’s eyes. ‘Go,’ he told him, ‘wash in the Pool of Siloam.’” (John 9:6-7a NIV)

We all know what happened. But have we ever thought how messy it was? Jesus was standing with His hands covered in mud. The blind man was (presumably) led away to the pool with his face slathered with brown mud.

Fairy tales are neat and sanitised. “…and they all lived happily ever after.” Real life is messy. The Christmas card showing the immaculately clean baby in the arms of a serene mother, is not the reality. Giving birth is messy. It involves pain and blood. Lots of blood. Mary would have been exhausted, possibly tear-stained. Somehow we get it into our heads that when we become Christians, all our problems will disappear. That’s the fairy tale. The reality is that life is messy. It involves broken bones, times of struggle, hard work, disappointments and loss. Jesus never promised a problem-free life, only that He would be with us in the messiness. Jesus did not come to make life easy but to make men great. (I can’t remember who said that.)

So if life seems messy at the moment, don’t despair. Invite Jesus into the mess. He doesn’t mind getting His hands full of mud. He said, “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33b NIV)

My Prayer

Lord Jesus, I have preconceived stereotyped ideas about You. Please help me to come to grips with reality. You are much bigger than I can ever imagine. Help me to trust You implicitly , even in the mess. Amen.

Boo Hoo

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I cry much too easily. It’s almost as if other people have a valve on their tear ducts that they can control, whereas I don’t.

It first became an embarrassment to me when I was five. I was in grade one and tended to be a goody-goody. When the teacher said “No talking,” I didn’t talk. Not so the other members of my class. Finally the teacher warned, “If you don’t stop talking I am going to smack you all!”

They didn’t and she did. Smacks on the hand with a ruler for every one of us. Who do you think was the only one to cry? It was not only the pain but the whole unfairness of it.

It’s embarrassing enough when one is five and in the first year of school. How much worse is it when one is a teenager? I remember a Scripture Union camp where in our small groups we could ask for prayer. My prayer was that I wouldn’t cry so easily.

God didn’t answer that prayer. Now I am one year short of seventy and I still cry too easily. My granddaughter of seven knows that there are certain books Granny can’t read without crying. They are books about abandoned kittens or lost puppies or lonely little girls. My sons know me well. If we are watching a movie together, one or other of them will pass me a tissue or two during the sad bits.

It is good to know that Jesus wept (John 11:35.) I don’t think He wept quite as often as I do, however.

There are other references to tears in the Bible and they bring me some comfort. David says, “Put my tears into Your bottle;” (Psalm 56:8b NKJV.) God will certainly need a large bottle for my tears! It is comforting to know that God cares – that He feels for my sadness, disappointment or loss. He understands.

The best is yet to come. “And God shall wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things are passed away. Then He who sat on the throne said, ‘Behold, I make all things new.'” (Rev 21:4-5a NKJV)

I can’t wait.

This post is part of Streams of Consciousness Saturday. The prompt is the word, “boo.”