By the waters of Babylon,
there we sat down and wept,
when we remembered Zion. —Psalm 137:1
I was raised on the creed of the stiff upper lip, but I've learned that there's no shame or weakness in weeping. The best and manliest of men, on one occasion, burst into tears (John 11:35).
The world is full of happy surprises, but it's also a vale of tears. It's unrealistic to suppress our sorrow. Solomon [and Pete Seeger] aver, "There is a time for weeping" (Ecclesiastes 3:4).
George MacDonald describes sorrow as "a wandering woman, a kind of gypsy, always going about the world, and picking up lost things. Nobody likes her, hardly anybody is civil to her; but when she has set anybody down and is gone, there is often a look of affection
and wonder and gratitude sent after her."
I don't understand the dynamic, but it seems to be true: Tears can relieve our sorrow. Quite often, MacDonald continues, "tears are the only cure for weeping."
Tears are not forever, however. One day the last teardrop will fall and sorrow "will be forgot, love’s purest joys restored.” God will have wiped away every single tear.
In the meantime, a little crying might do us some good.