Some days, I just weep weariness.
Because the world is fallen.
So it's heavy.
Some days, the atmosphere seems made of lead and my shoulders seem made of cotton balls and that's not a good combination. My head bows and my shoulders slump and my back bends and the world is heavy.
Oh, my life is good. I have a job that praises the Lord and loves the children and fits me like a glove. I have friends who know all my faults and would still lay down their lives for me without a second thought. I have a family that is the envy of the whole world, or at least it ought to be. I have a Savior who died for me while I was yet a sinner and who sustains me every day. My life is good, but still sometimes I weep weary. Because even when the world is good, it's heavy.
Sin saturates what was once called "good," and sin makes everything broken. Broken is jagged and jaded and broken is heavy.
The loving parents lose a little one. We don't know why or how, but he drowned and a church mourns with those loving, grieving parents and the world is heavy.
The girl with the sweet spirit and the boy with the kind heart keep seeking the Lord and decide it wasn't meant to be. Break up breaks hearts and the world is heavy.
The storm tears through a town and rips apart homes...families...lives. Rain pours down like the tears of those broken and the world is heavy.
The child, three years old, cries at the sight of a middle school boy because she thinks all boys are mean and all boys hurt like that big hateful one she knows so well. She hides her face and cries her fear and the world is heavy.
The couple who lasted so many decades and weathered so many trials doesn't know if they can keep going. Life moves on, people change, hearts pull away, vows break, the world spins on and is heavy.
The teenager screams hate he doesn't mean. His mother's tears burn like fire and taste like failure and the wedge drives deeper. The world is heavy.
And I wear it on my shoulders. Don't we all? For as long as we live upon this fallen world, we wear its heaviness on our shoulders and sometimes it's too heavy and we weep weary.
But when we weep weary, we are in good company, I think. You see, "Jesus wept." (John 11:35) I have often wondered at that verse and pondered the tears of the Lord, and now I think He was weeping weariness.
From where He sits at that moment of weeping, He is surrounded by the heaviness of the world He so loves. If He looks backward, there are angry mobs and arrogant, critical priests and foolish people ever hearing but never understanding. If He looks around, there are doubting disciples and a dead friend and wailing women. If He looks forward, there is a whip and a cross and nails and a spear and a tomb. If ever there was a moment for weeping weariness, this was it.
Perhaps Jesus wept weariness.
So how do we survive this walk in a world saturated with sin and broken by the fall and weighing heavy on our weary hearts? If even the Lord wept weariness beneath the weight, how can we tiny jars of clay expect to stand?
Weary heads bowed, we cry with David the psalmist, "How long, O Lord?" We feel his despair and we know his ache and we share his pain when he pleads, "Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart?" (Psalm 13)
When He answers, He doesn't say how long, but He does promise He won't forget. He promises to wipe away all our weary tears and to throw off this old weight and make everything new (Revelation 21).
But still I wonder how we bear this heavy weariness in the waiting.
The author of Hebrews knew. He said we fix our eyes on Jesus. We look and see that He endured the cross, taking all our weariness and all our heaviness onto it with Him, and He triumphed and now sits sovereign at the right hand of the throne of His Father.
With eyes fixed on Him, we will not grow weary and lose heart.
Jesus said it Himself while He walked here, because He lived beneath the weight and He bore the weariness and He knew we would need to know, "Come to Me, all you who are weary and heavy-laden." So we come, and then what? "And I will give you rest." Rest? How can we rest while we carry this weight, this burden of our fallen world? "Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me...For My yoke is easy and My burden is light." (Matthew 11)
The answer to the question of our weariness is the same as the answer to every other question we ask in this life on this fallen earth: Jesus.
When we weep weariness, we weep to Jesus and He understands.
When the world is heavy, we collapse at His feet and He lifts it off our shoulders and replaces it with His burden, because His burden is light.