There are those people… The kind, that are so “bad” or so “lost” or so “sick” that you would rather have nothing to do with them… Do you know about these people? Ever met one? Seen one?
In the Jewish culture, where Jesus grew up, there where many of these people, the one’s that you should not be associated with, the ones you would not want anybody to see you talk to or those that you just simply ought not ever share the air you breath with…
Some of them where locked away, others where placed away and others where stored somewhere until they might get better. But they where all unwanted in the public spaces. The most important rule for anybody that wanted to stay socially acceptable and CLEAN, was that YOU SHOULD NEVER EVER TOUCH such a person!
Today, maybe the rules are different? Maybe it is less about if you can touch without being polluted, maybe more about whom you can see without without having to react or respond? What are the things or people that you just bluntly ignore? Whom is not worth to be seen, smiled at, given a helping hand or a comforting hug?
These people… Have you heard about them? Met them on the street? Seen them in the mirror?
I know I’ve felt ignored, but I have also ingored…
I know I have felt unseen, but I have equally closed my eye’s instead of shedding a tear…
Shedding tears, is what I do, both when noticing the pain, sorrow and injustice that prevails in this world and when coming to terms with my own part in that circle of sadness. Shedding tears, is becoming more and more part of me. I’m not hiding from them that strongly anymore and it’s healing…
at the same time I do notice that
tears are neither part of this world nor a language understood by all.
Many seem scared of tears or only scared of my tears? Whatever way it is, that does not stop the floods 
What is fascinating with these pearls (as my little sister Anna calls them) is that even if a person in my surrounding would not get scared, run away or stand stiff and unknowing how to behave. If he or she would look at me with loving eye’s and give me a big hug, the floods would still not stop! They would most probably overwhelm, but now they pour from a different source.
I believe that when the psalmist writes: “My cup overflows” and Jesus say’s that he will give in me “a spring of water gushing up for eternal life” this also refers to the tears I am able to pour for myself and others…
My tears are both healing Gifts and an Art left behind when Joy was present.
