Why So Emotional?


I sometimes wonder why I become emotional when I see, hear, or think of a certain thing. I’m often caught off guard when tears well up in my eyes due to some seemingly benign event. I find myself wondering “where did that come from?” I ‘tear up’ every time I hear Flanders ‘Hallelujah Chorus” or Josh Groban’s “You Raise me Up” or when I see an unselfish act of love.

Music can really play our heart strings. Now if God desires to communicate with us. and I believe that He does, surely He must speak to us in more ways than using what we what we call language, Earths languages, especially the English language. Mere words could never….uhh….. (sorry, the right words escape me).

Just imagine for a moment how hard it might be for God to try and reveal the awesomeness of His nature by using syntax, letters, commas, periods„ and metaphors alone. Every once in a while I get an ethereal whisper, a proverbial peek behind the curtain. The mirror resolution becomes a bit clearer, and I sense what could be the voice of God. Often this happens when I hear the ‘language’ of music. It speaks to me and moves me in ways the written and spoken word does not. Music must be one of God’s many languages. God speaks music!

But why tears? I have a theory that if something moves us to tears, an unresolved hurt may need confronting or a healing could need to take place. For example: Two women may have grown up with sexual abuse. One can speak freely’ about it. i.e. Joyce Meyer. without the slightest bit of trepidation or emotion, while the other woman can’t even think about her past without becoming overwhelmed and teary-eyed. unable to speak freely. One woman has received healing and is living in a wholeness the other perhaps has not.

Crying is part of God’s provision for healing. Now, you might wonder what an unresolved hurt might have to do with hearing Handel’s Messiah and getting weepy I’m glad you asked.

Could it be that when we confront the beauty and love of God through the medium of music that we get a glimpse of what we were originally created to be? Talk about unresolved issues! How about being created for a glory that we can’t comprehend and an intimate. personal, “face to face” life with a God that’s crazy about us, yet, we have been separated from Him. That might cause a bit of…separation anxiety. Paul says that while we’re waiting on our future trip to our Father’s kingdom we are to….wait for it… “groan inwardly and wait eagerly.” It’s enough to make one cry.

Something else that jerks the tears right out of me is my resident 2 yr old, Gabriel. He can just look at me with a big smile that would melt the hardest of hearts. He lifts his red cowboy hat and says ‘Howwy marrmer” (translated howdy partner), and I hear the voice of God as clear as a bell speaking love. joy, peace. patience. kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness and self control.

Better than any linguist or composer ever could. It’s not Hander s Messiah or Keats or Longfellow, but it is a POWERFUL tangible language. Now, what might this have to do with my unresolved-hurt-crying theory? Good question.

I think watching and experiencing children can definitely serve up a few latent emotions. If our childhood was pleasant and full of love, we might get an emotional i‘veak just missing what we once had. If our childhood was a !Hill! hell, then we might have serious regret-emotions attached to those memories. And what about the purity and innocence that children possess?

There have been times I’d like to trade every had thing I’ve said, seen, and done and for a clean slate—start all over, re-format my drive and reboot. Children posess a clean slate and we sense it.

Also, there’s something innately sad about the brevity of life. When I’m playing with a child there’s an underlying desire to freeze this moment in time. There’s a surreal and unfulfilling quality that surrounds time. Even in precious “once in a lifetime” moments there’s something eerily missing. When we take a picture aren’t we really just trying to prolong the moment. We have eternity built in our DNA and we have trouble with this whole “time” thing.

So. the next time you feel emotion rising to the surface and tears welling up in your eyes. Take a moment and ask God, “What•s going on here? Are you speaking? Lord, is there something that I need to focus on?” It may not be music or a two-year-old that moves you. It could be a sunset or

a scene in a movie that speaks to your heart. But at some point in your life, an event will trigger something deep in your soul. It could he God’s pure voice speaking directly to you in unexpected ways and at times most surprising.

Scott Allan Mathews