As a cradle Catholic, this was my favorite Bible verse, because it was easiest to memorize. It’s been on my mind a lot lately.
When I was impatient and dismissive recently to people for whom his love was so deep, he came and died for them, Jesus wept.
When abortion was considered a necessity in the world, Jesus wept.
When one of his people, a man whose brokenness ran so deep, he took a gun and killed three people and injured more, Jesus wept.
When he did it, at least in part because of abortion, Jesus wept.
When people used Jesus’s name to mitigate the horror that occurred, Jesus wept.
When other people on another continent decided to kill a lot of his children because God, Jesus wept.
When the country that was attacked decided it was necessary to protect its people by retaliating, Jesus wept.
When people decided some of his people shouldn’t be allowed to flee to other places because of their place or origin, Jesus wept.
When peoples’ concerns of security and safety were dismissed as impossibly racist and those people were determined to be not worthy of listening to, Jesus wept.
When a group of people was so hurt by certain ideas that they felt the need to purge all contending ideas from their presence, Jesus wept.
When a girl gave herself to a boy she didn’t really like just to feel a measure of validation and he saw her as a sex organ with legs, Jesus wept.
When that boy’s father beat him for spilling milk on the floor as a boy, Jesus wept.
When people shouted at each other on Facebook many, many times while people were still dying, Jesus wept.
When I shouted at my wife because I couldn’t manage things any more, Jesus wept.
The things that make this world broken aren’t solved by yelling, shooting, or war. When those things have to occur, and sometimes they have to, they’re not a cause for celebration or moral assurance. If you buy the concept that God loves the world enough to send Jesus, then you understand that our stupid little–and big–aggressions toward each other are the reason that Jesus gave himself to be killed.
I have no moral authority. I make Jesus weep a lot.
All we can do is try to accept grace, however that looks to us, and then extend it.
Nothing else will fix the broken things that’ll lead the news tonight.