I was cleaning this afternoon, discarding some of the material I had accumulated over the years, when I came across some interesting articles that I had saved from the Bits of Sonshine newsletter. I started to read them and was blessed. This one, by Gospel Tract Harvester, really touched my heart…
HOW TO CARE FOR OTHERS
by Gospel Tract Harvester
The measure of one’s soul is the things that make us weep. Esau wept for the loss of his heritage. Delilah wept to make Samson tell her his secret. Hezekiah wept because he was about to die. David wept for Absalom. The scarlet woman wept at the feet of Jesus for her sins, and Peter wept because he had denied his Lord. Jesus wept over a lost and doomed city. Tears may be the most selfish or the most saintly things in the world.
Little Janie came into her house and told her mother that her friend Susie had dropped her doll and that it had broken. “Did you help her fix it?” Janie’s mother asked. “No, we couldn’t fix it.” replied Janie. “But I helped her cry.”
Although we are not able to fix up the brokenness in the lives of the people we know, we should be able to help them cry. If we do not enter into their suffering, if we do not really feel their troubles, we will not be able to help them. But if we see it as though it might have happened to us, if we wade into their tears until we are heart deep in them, we will likely find ourselves helping people in their times of deep down trouble. And when we are able to help bear their problems, the likelihood is that we will be able to help them come to know the Heavenly Father.
In a house of ill fame lay a poor, diseased woman. Different Christian workers visited her and spoke to her of her soul’s need, but to no avail. Finally a woman who was especially interested and burdened went to see her. As she stood by the bedside of the poor creature and told of the way of life, tears streamed down her cheeks and one fell upon the cheek of the poor woman. Somehow, that day her heart was broken up and she was gloriously saved. Later someone asked her what it was that touched her heart. She replied, “The tear did it.”
We do not know the load our neighbor may be carrying. We see a heroic soul wearing a smile but we do not know the crown of thorns he may be wearing on his heart or the burdens he has to bear.
Lord save us from coldness and professionalism and give us broken hearts of love for a lost world. It is true that tears are not always the test, but many a sincere tear has touched a soul for Christ.