Tuesday, October 14, 2008

excerpt from No Wonder They Call Him The Savior

Who am I describing?  You may be surprised.

Tears.

Those tiny drops of humanity.  Those round, wet balls of fluid that tumble from our eyes, creep down our cheeks, and splash on the floor of our hearts.  They were there that day.  They are always present at such times.  They should be, that's their job.  They are miniature messengers; on call twenty-four hours a day to substitute for crippled words.  They drip, drop, and pour from the corner of our souls, carrying with them the deepest emotions we possess.  They tumble down our faces with announcements that range from the most blissful joy to darkest despair.

The principle is simple; when words are most empty, tears are most apt.

Max Lucado

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