In this world, in this culture, in digital time, to weep is weakness. Love is contingent, compassion is an emoji and friendship is “friending”. I silo my wealth and bury my emotions, guarding a brittle heart against the ever-encroaching tide of the Word Made Flesh.  What if I awoke to the sound of Christ knocking on my palace door? Would I have the strength to unlock the deadbolts of my heart and, in the ensuing torrent of tears, find the courage to respond to the poor and marginalized in my own neighborhood? The cost of tears is a heart without hinges. Infinite God, let me find you immanent and incarnate in my brothers and sisters. Give me the strength to weep like Jesus.“Jesus wept.”John 11:35

by Andrew