Monday, February 19, 2024
LIQUID PRAISE
Ps 56:8
8 You number and record
my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle — are they not in
Your book?
AMPLIFIED BIBLE
Luke 7:44-45
44 And he turned to the
woman, and said unto Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house,
thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with
tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head.
45 Thou gavest me no
kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet.
Yesterday was a wonderful day. Illness
had kept me from church for more than five weeks! Oh, there was online worship
in my pajamas, but nothing compares with all-five-sensory worship. Church! How
refreshing.
Some folks raise their hands in worship.
I am uncomfortable doing that because it seems, to me at least, to draw
attention to me instead of God. Worship, to me, is so intimate and personal
that I demonstrate it with tears. When I am “blessed” I cry. I can’t help
myself. Part of me thinks it is unmanly but the rest of me says, “who cares.”
The practice of collecting tears
is called Lachrymatory and has been around for a thousand years before Christ. Tear
bottles were common in Roman times and were placed in burial tombs as a sign of
respect.
The Isaacs
recorded a soulful song titled “He understands my tears.”
It's hard to believe he
still loves me
Knowing how wrong I have
been
When all I can say is,
"I'm sorry"
When all I can feel is my
sin
He understands when
all I can do is cry
He feels the hurt that no
one can see down inside
And when the words get in
the way
I know he stills hears
For he understands my
tears
Dear Lord, when I think
of who you are and what you have done for me, all I can do is weep. Thank you
for observing, collecting, and recording my liquid praise. AMEN
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