I am a man. Men used to be taught that they should never cry. In today’s culture, I believe that it is becoming more acceptable for men to shed tears. However, this shedding of tears has to come about by some kind of “manly” reason.
- What man doesn’t shed a tear while re-watching Braveheart for the fifteenth time when William Wallace (played by Mel Gibson) yells out “FREEDOM!” right before his head gets chopped off?
- What man doesn’t shed a tear while watching the Philadelphia Eagles smolder and burn into ruins for yet another season?
- What man doesn’t shed a tear while witnessing a Cinderella team knock of yet another big contender during March Madness’s NCAA Tournament?
- What man doesn’t shed a tear when his little girl comes up to him with a sweet smile, a hug, and an “I want you to know I love you, daddy”?
So, men do shed tears. But only for manly reasons.
I have found myself coming to the point of tears this week as I think through Easter and the events leading up to it almost 2,000 years ago. Jesus Christ – glorious, perfect, holy, kind, loving, rich, sinless, majestic – died for me – depraved, imperfect, evil, unloving, poor, sinful, cruel.
Was there any sane human reasoning behind that choice? After all, would you choose to die for the scum of the earth? Were any of you itching to take a bullet for the Osama Bin Ladens or Adolph Hitlers of the world? Count me out.
But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ — by grace you have been saved.” (Ephesians 2:4a)
That is some other-wordly, supernatural kind of love. That’s the kind of love that brings even the most manly in this world to tears. So there’s another “manly” reason to cry this Easter season.