MAY 11

Read | Psalm 56

Be merciful to me, my God,

    for my enemies are in hot pursuit;

    all day long they press their attack.

My adversaries pursue me all day long;

    in their pride many are attacking me.

When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.

    In God, whose word I praise—

in God I trust and am not afraid.

    What can mere mortals do to me?

All day long they twist my words;

    all their schemes are for my ruin.

They conspire, they lurk,

    they watch my steps,

    hoping to take my life.

Because of their wickedness do not let them escape;

    in your anger, God, bring the nations down.

Record my misery;

    list my tears on your scroll—

    are they not in your record?

Then my enemies will turn back

    when I call for help.

    By this I will know that God is for me.

In God, whose word I praise,

    in the Lord, whose word I praise—

in God I trust and am not afraid.

    What can man do to me?

I am under vows to you, my God;

    I will present my thank offerings to you.

For you have delivered me from death

    and my feet from stumbling,

that I may walk before God

    in the light of life.

Respond | Joey Dearduff

In the final book of the Harry Potter saga (no spoilers), Severus Snape catches his own tears in a vial so that Harry can pour them into the Pensieve to hear the story they tell. Our own tears, whether we do or do not understand why they fall in a particular moment, are themselves a story as to who we are and what we are becoming. We cry in rage at the world around us; we cry in mourning for those we’ve lost; we cry with laughter at something gut-splittingly joyous; and we cry unexplainably when we’ve encountered something beyond beauty. Our tears tell a story so important that God does not let so much as a single tear drop to the ground. God, as v. 8 captures, catches our tears into a bottle, like Severus Snape does of his own, because they tell a story too important and powerful to go unheard and unheld. And even if no one ever hears the story we cry, God nonetheless holds our tears in a bottle; even if no one else listen, God forever will.

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