When I entered our chapel, I noticed that the Beatitudes were displayed in stained glass. I remembered vaguely that there was one about someone who grieves, so I picked up the pew Bible and read, "Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted." Funny how I had not thought of that verse since W died.
The sermon touched on how Mary must have felt an incredible sense of loss on the days before Easter, and the minister talked about losing his father. Tears ran down my face as I listened. I have been thinking recently how God understands all too well what it is like to lose a son, and the moment when Jesus said "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?" must have been painful beyond anything.
When I left, I was still crying, but I find that it is a relief to shed the hard shell I have to wear in order to function on a daily basis and to feel the sadness. I need to do this regularly, and church helps me break through.