Sorrow is a sad word. It is a grieving word. It is a word that acknowledges the existence of loss and death and evil. It tells others that there is a kind of wicked sickness that affects the world. And this sickness plants the seeds of sadness into the hearts of humans.
Recently, I watched a documentary about the Trail of Tears. A great wicked sickness affected the hearts of certain white Americans and incited them to remove the Cherokee nation from their land. As a result, the Cherokee people walked 800 miles of sorrow. Their sadness carved the trail to Oklahoma.
Hearing their story of loss planted a seed of sorrow in my own heart. It is a seed of sadness for what hurts in the world and for what hurts in me. It is a pain that grieves because injustice lives. It grieves because a wicked sickness lives. It grieves because the world is not whole. I will embrace this sorrow because it reminds me that loss and death and evil remain.
Here is my reflective question for the day: “In what ways has sorrow affected your life?”