no more will you weep;
There has been a lot of weeping and mourning around the world these past several weeks – Paris, Syria, San Bernardino. Victims of violence, refugees fleeing their homes, migrants seeking freedom and livelihoods, and more abound.
It has hit home to me here in Honduras.
There are not only the violent deaths in the main cities and the people dying from lack of food and medicine.
About two weeks ago, a man in our community died after an accident when a car he was working on fell on him. He left a widow and four daughters.
This past Wednesday the mayor of Dolores, one of the municipalities in the parish of Dulce Nombre, was shot and killed in his car and his wife was injured.
Thursday, one of the priests of the diocese died in an auto accident.
Weeping abounds, despite the promise of the Lord in Isaiah.
Yet in today’s first reading from Isaiah (30:26) and in the psalm (147:3) we read these words:
the Lord bind up the wounds of his people.
The Lord is here among us, binding up the wounds.
But that doesn’t mean that we are off the hook. In the Gospel (Matthew 9:35—10: 1, 5 -8), Jesus has compassion on the people but also sends out the twelve, reminding them to not only preach the coming of the Kingdom but make the Reign of God present by giving of themselves to those who are suffering:
Cure the sick, raise the dead, cleanse lepers, drive out demons.
Without cost you have received; without cost you are to give.
Weeping will end when it is shared and when we dry the tears of those who suffer, sitting with them, offering healing and working for the Reign of God.
It is not a question of waiting for God to intervene from afar. God has not intervened from afar; God became human. And Jesus calls us to continue this work in the world – by personal conversion and the conversion of the structures of injustice and violence around us.
It’s now easy. But it can bring deep joy in the midst of the weeping, as we do the work of God – binding up the wounds.