Blessed
are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
In
Jesus’ day mourning was serious business. People suffering loss or some inner
wound would go out into the streets and tear at their clothing. They would
scream and weep in agony. They would gather a handful of dirt and pour it over
their heads and let it mingle in their tears. It was a sign of their connection
with their mortality, their belonging to the earth where sorrow breeds. They
would wrap themselves in the arms of others. They didn’t lose themselves in
mindless work or distract themselves in foolish activity. Grieving hurt.
Mourning meant something. And I think what Jesus is saying here is: be open to
the wounds of the world and to your own. Mourn the hurting of people and when
you yourself hurt. Weep over the suffering of humanity and your suffering, too.
Don’t hide from it. Don’t attempt to chase it away with meaningless clichĂ©s or
empty escapes. Feel it and be moved. We are to mourn the deaths of those we
love. We are to mourn the damaging choices we have made. We are to grieve when
we have hurt others, intentionally or not. Let us mourn when our love is not
enough; when our health fails; when our finances collapse; when the marriage
ends; when relationships sour. Catholic mystic, Richard Rohr, writes, “Jesus
praises the weeping class, those who can enter into solidarity with the pain of
the world and not try to extract themselves from it.” And the comfort? That
comes in facing our calamities, in being real, in raging against the darkness
of loss, in accepting our guilt, in being overwhelmed by the sometimes
senselessness of life. Comfort arrives in crying alone sometimes, and in crying
with someone else. It comes in owning our pain and in releasing the hurt and in
sharing the hurt. ~ TM
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