The room is filled with the most beautiful bottles you can imagine. Various shapes and sizes; all sealed with elaborate stoppers, not inexpensive twist-tops. They stand side by side, filling shelf after shelf. The shelves encircle the room floor to ceiling. There are too many to count! The bottles are transparent enough to see that they are filled to the top; each and every one of them.
The door opens and the Collector enters. He has come for another bottle. Upon entering the room, His Brilliance illuminates everything inside. You and I would need to shield our eyes from the intensity, but the Collector carries on with His work unfazed. In one hand, He carries a book. His other hand is closed tightly, like He is protecting something precious. Approaching the bottles, He places the book aside for a moment. His attention is on a particular bottle as He lifts off the stopper. He moves about slowly; His mood appears somber. What could cause the Collector to be sorrowful?
Then the Collector raises His hand above the bottle and releases its contents. Out of His hand and into the bottle pours a steady stream of a sparkling but clear liquid. The Collector studies the flow as if He recognizes each individual droplet. As He closes the bottle, He slowly bows His head. Gradually, He brings the bottle up to eye level and with a tilt of His head, nods, as if to say He understands.
You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle. Psalm 56:8
The Collector then turns His attention to the thick book. He flips through the worn and yellowed pages revealing line after line of entries. Using only the tip of His finger, He goes about recording this new entry.
Date: May 31, 2016 The tears collected saying goodbye to Jackline.
I remember that day! At the end of our special day together, Jackline and I both cried. I brushed away her tears as my own tears rapidly fell. There were so many of them; it was a busy day for the Collector. He helped me to my feet when I thought it would be impossible to stand. He was there; gathering all those tears into His loving hands. I remember my deep sadness.
The Collector pauses and flips back several pages.
His book reveals numerous entries during September 1993 and November 2000. Yes, many bottles were filled during those seasons. Entry: Parents’ Home-Going
You have recorded each one in your book. Psalm 56:8
Again, the Collector pauses; He remembers too.
As He surveys the room, He can recall each time He has entered this room and filled another bottle with my tears. Tears from the dark days. Tears following harsh words and unkind actions. Tears brought on by death and life. Tears collected when I thought no one else was around. But the Collector was always there. I was never alone when my tears fell. They were gathered into the caring hands of the Collector.
One day, “He will wipe every tear from my eye. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. ” Revelation 21:4 (NIV)
And all those beautiful bottles will be empty.
Let’s Walk Worthy!