When I was
young, I would see old ladies at church cry during songs about heaven and wonder what was so upsetting
that they would actually cry about it. Do you know what I mean? Whenever we would sing or
hear songs about heaven and seeing Jesus—songs like “Until Then” or “I Bowed on My Knees and
Cried Holy” or “When We See Christ”—the tissues would come out and the tears would come down and they would be boo-hooing somethin’ awful. Which left
me completely puzzled.
I didn’t
understand what the big deal was back then. They’d have tears streaming down
their faces and I’d be looking on in amazement. I’d think to myself, It’s just a song. It’s just a pretty song
about a pretty place that we’ll all go to someday. No need to get all worked up
about it.
Until recently.
Now I’m one of the old ladies.
I went to
a funeral this morning. The father of one of my best friends died suddenly a
few days ago so we had a beautiful memorial service for him this morning at our
church. My friend’s brother and her husband (who is also my pastor) both delivered
tender and eloquent messages of love and grace about a well-lived life. Between
their presentations, another friend, our worship pastor, sang “I Bowed on My
Knees and Cried Holy.” And at the end of the service we all sang “Until Then”:
This weary world with all its toil and struggle
May take its toll of misery and strife;
The soul of man is like a waiting falcon;
When it's released, it's destined for the skies.
But until then, my heart will go on singing;
Until then, with joy I'll carry on;
Until the day my eyes behold the city,
Until the day God calls me home.
By the end
of that song, I had a tissue out (which I fortunately found in my purse) and
was trying to clean up the mess my tears had made with my mascara. I was
boo-hooing with all the rest and the best of us old ladies.
So now I
know why.
When you’ve
lived on this earth a while--long enough to get “old”--you get weary.
You learn what “toil and struggle” are like and your soul becomes that “waiting
falcon.” You get tired of going through the same struggles over and over and over and over . . . you
get the picture. Whether it’s physical pain or emotional difficulties or
financial problems or whatever, life is just plain hard. For everyone.
But that’s
not why we’re crying.
We have something to sing about in the meantime. "Until then”
we can “carry on” . . . with joy! The fact that someday God is going to call us
“home” gives us a reason to keep pressing on while we are in this foreign land.
Our citizenship is in another Kingdom and we serve a God who loves us and has
purchased and empowered us through the blood of His son, Jesus Christ.
Jesus said
to his disciples, “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God;
believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so,
would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if
I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me
that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going”
(John 14:1-4).
So we get a little homesick for that place. And that's why us old ladies cry.
