The description of "Survival of the Fittest" does not include heartache. Tears and comfort are not part of the process of evolving. I've experienced both within the last 24 hours. My beloved dog passed away.
I found myself fighting back tears and trying to swallow a boulder in my throat every time I had looked at his injured, sick body last night. Explain that, science. Why was it so hard to talk to him and say 'Good-bye,' just moments before they put him to sleep for the last time? Why could I hardly say the words, hardly look at him without my vision blurring?
Because we were made to love. We were made in the image of Love.
The only explanation for love and hatred, heartache and joy, peace and worry, excitement and boredom, desire and contentment... is that we were formed in the likeness of a God who created emotions. He created the human brain to intricately respond to events in our lives. Not systematically, like a robot, but each in our own different way. How we handle grief, the way we show our love to others, the things that bring us joy, the colours we like, the way we laugh... we were designed to care.
We were knit together with a soul. A mind. A spirit. A heart. The things that touch us are different for every person. Those who are moved by music, by touch, by dance, by artwork, by nature... it's all in the gorgeous personalities that God has created perfectly with so much care. He meant for us to have emotions. He put it in our hearts. He made us to reflect His love for us. He saw that love reflected when my family sobbed our last good-bye's to our little puppy. He saw His love for us returned to Him when we comforted each other afterward. He saw His love shared with all the friends who comforted and shared their condolences with us. The people who called, the people who prayed, the people who shared in our sorrow.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 ~
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
I am sure you've heard or read that passage dozens of times before... but why don't you go back and actually read every individual line? I did, and I could see memories that fit perfectly with each one. There is a time for everything. Have you ever read the words that come after?
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.
He has made everything beautiful in its time. Everything. Crying is beautiful, because it is in those moments of heartbreak and sorrow that God can come in so clearly, and hug so tightly.
It hurts right now, and I don't know how long it will hurt for. But I know that this was the prime time to weep and to laugh, to mourn and to dance. God gave me my puppy for laughter and joy, and He knew that when the time came, it would be the time to cry... and the time to be comforted. Tears are just the proof of His handiwork. His fearfully and wonderfully made creation- people who feel.
This affection that he casts on us is meant to be turned into affection towards others. He is comforting me so that I can comfort others, when they are in sorrow. It hurts. It hurts worse than anything. But God is in control.
Sobbing can remain through the night.
But joy comes in the morning.