Those tiny drops of humanity. Those round, wet balls of fluid that tumble down from our eyes, creep down our cheeks, and splash on the floor of our hearts…they are miniature messengers, on call twenty-four hours a day to substitute for crippled words. They drip, drop and pour from the corner of our souls, carrying with them the deepest emotions that we posses.
We would do well, men, to pause and consider Jesus when He cried for Lazarus. If Jesus can cry so can we! Tears are no sign of weakness! They represent the heart, the spirit, and the soul of a person. Putting a lock and key on our emotions is like burying part of our Christ-likeness.