During the days of Jesus’ life on earth, He offered up prayers and petitions with loud cries and tears to the One who could save Him from death, and He was heard because of His reverent submission.

Hebrews 5:7

Sometimes God lets you feel what He is feeling – the pain and brokenness that encircles the globe to degrees far worse than any level of earthly pollution. Babies dying. Hungry people with swollen bellies filled with earth. Brutal massacres too bloody to make it onto TV. Nations crumbling. Hatred spilling over bejeweled foreign cups, fingered by politicians who justify their evils with flowery words. Genocide. Abortion. Suicide. Utter sprigs of hopelessness popping up in unwatered countries worldwide.

Can we ever really see what God sees? All the time? I mean, and be able to handle it?

So when God unveils some secret portion of His heart and we dare to weep, are we just as obedient as the Jesus who surrendered everything to sympathize with our sufferings? I don’t know. What do we really know of agony anyways, here with our heated Hondas and closets full of shoes? Would it hurt us to open our eyes once in a while?

All around us, across the world and down the street, people are crying, suffering, even dying. Do you see them?

God does and weeps. And we are His hands, His feet.

I am tired of feeling and crying and doing nothing. Jesus, make me real.