May those who sow in tears reap with shouts of joy.
Those who go out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, carrying their sheaves.
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My Old Testament professor on the first day of class picked up a piece of chalk(yes, I am that old and no, he didn't turn to write on a cave wall). He drew a squiggly, horizontal line the undulated up and down. He put down the chalk and announced that this is the history of the people of God. Highs and Lows. Times of weeping and times of joy. We do sow in tears. To do anything less is not to be human. To do anything less is to deny our divine spark - the Spirit of God within us that hates death, suffering and injustice, that weeps and rages against it. We do bear the seed. We carry death, like a lifeless seed, with the hope and trust that the eternal will spring forth from it. We shout for joy lifting life over our shoulders so that all may see and believe. I wish these days did not feel so overwhelmingly Old Testament with devastating lows and breath-taking highs, but just to be on the same road with the saints before us and the saints with us now is an incredible privilege. Yes, it is a bumpy ride, but oh, the company with whom we share it and bear it makes all the difference.
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We shall come rejoicing. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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