There are certain events and experiences that bring me to tears. Events that make me proud. Actions that show respect to power and authority. Experiences that are personal and meaningful.
I think of a bride. Walking down the aisle on her father’s arm. See the white dress. The bouquet. The veil. The vows. The kiss. The anticipation of a life together. The respect of the sanctity of marriage. My eyes well up with tears.
I hear the national anthem. The Star Spangled Banner. I see the flag rise above the crowd. People stand. Right hand over their heart. Pride in our country. Thankful for freedom. Respect for the courage of battles fought. My eyes well up with tears.
I have served on jury duty. I have been a juror. People in the court room stand each time the jurors enter and exit the court room. All conversations and activities cease. All eyes are on the jury. The group of twelve who will decide someone’s fate. They know the power of this group. They respect the sacrifice the jury is making to perform their civic duty. The weight of the decision is in their hands. My eyes well up with tears.
I have driven in a funeral procession. Loss of a loved one. Near and dear to my heart. People standing along the street. They stop and pay respect. Remove their hats. Stop mowing their lawn. Stand still for someone they’ve never met. Traffic stops and lets the stream of cars interrupt their busy day. They respect the loss of a loved one. My eyes well up with tears.
I think of the man who died on the cross. For me. For you. I think of his sacrifice. He died willingly. To save every sin everyone born on this earth has ever committed. So we can enter heaven’s gates. So we can see Him face to face. His mercy is new every day. His love and compassion are never ending. His sacrifice is our eternity. My eyes well up with tears.
In Christ Alone.