Summary: How long has it been since you wept over a soul?
A Time to Weep
Rev. 5:4-5 NLT
“Then I wept because no one could be found who was worthy to open the scroll and read it.  But one of the twenty-four elders said to me, "Stop weeping! Look, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the heir to David’s throne, has conquered. He is worthy to open the scroll and break its seven seals."
In our text, John discovered that it is not always appropriate to weep, but King Solomon wrote in Eccles. 3:4 KJV [There is] “A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;”
I love to laugh and wish I knew how to dance–I don’t, but I think I’m like most people in that I don’t hunger for more opportunities to weep. Yet they come, and when they do, they are often a blessing.
Remember the tears of reconciliation Joseph shed when he embraced Benjamin and later his father. “Weeping with joy, he embraced Benjamin, and Benjamin also began to weep.  Then Joseph kissed each of his brothers and wept over them, and then they began talking freely with him.” (Genesis 45:14-15 (quickview)  NLT)
And then in Genesis 46:29 (quickview)  NLT the scripture says, “Joseph prepared his chariot and traveled to Goshen to meet his father. As soon as Joseph arrived, he embraced his father and wept on his shoulder for a long time.” These were times of blessed weeping.
Unfortunately, there are also somber times that we weep.
A recent news story described an occasion when many innocent people wept. Let me read a portion of it to you. “NORFOLK, Va. -- On a dreary gray day that matched the mood, thousands gathered at the USS Cole’s home port Wednesday to pray for, cry and remember the 17 sailors killed in a terrorist bombing half a world away.
At the front of a crowd dotted with thousands of white-uniformed sailors, seven men who were wounded in last week’s attack watched from wheelchairs and stretchers. With casts on their legs and IVs connected for pain medication, they sat stiffly, as if at attention, in their dress whites.
A lone bugler played taps, and the base’s Sea Chanters sang the Navy Hymn to end the ceremony, but most people didn’t leave. One woman threw 17 red carnations in the water. Others milled about on the giant dock, some weeping, some clinging to others for support.”
Shortly after the attack, Lt. Jamie Buchanan emailed me and shared with me how the tragedy affected him. With his permission, I want to share a portion of his note with you:
“Here in Norfolk, it was certainly a hollow feeling that we experienced when the Cole was attacked. Just two months prior to the attack, the Cole was at the next pier over from us here at the Naval Station. Given that our ship is moored next to the destroyers (and hence, we tower over them), our Captain has made it a policy to open our flight deck to the families of sailors leaving on deployment with other ships.