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Topic: TEARS - (as in crying) (10/04/04)

TITLE: I Admit It! I'm a Crier
By Charles Lee
10/06/04

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Okay, itís true. I cried when old Yeller died. Not the deep, from the gut, sustained crying that comes as the result of the death of an actual loved one, but more of the wipe that piece of dust out of my eye type of crying. No real man cries over something that happened on the movie screen. Well, thatís what I tell my guy friends anyway when weíre at the deer camp. Actually, some of my ďguy friends at the campĒ hygiene habits tend to make me want to weep, but I hold it in Ďcause Iím tough.

Sure, there are times when the overwhelming urge to blubber comes over me, but I can fight it off and stand stony-faced as well as the next manly man. However, just between you and me, I have gotten off to myself and had a good cry.

My grandmother passed away two years ago and I indulged myself a good sobbing at that time. I held it in through her wake and funeral, for some reason believing I had to be strong in front of the rest of the family. As I delivered the eulogy, however, a tear did manage to bypass my safe-guard mechanism I had installed in my tear ducts.

My wifeís miscarriage of our third child eight years ago nearly got me too. I barely made it to the safety of darkness outside before the tears flowed. The only evidence of a good cry was just some red puffy eyes that were blamed on all the pollen in the air.

Tears of joy flowed unabashedly when I baptized my two oldest children after their professions of faith. There was no safe-guard that could hold joy tears back. My wife said it was good to see me cry because it showed that I was almost human. Well, she wasnít that brutally honest, but she hit pretty close.

Over the years, it seems as if my willingness to shed tears has become more frequent than in the past. Whether it is because Iím older and wiser, or because standing aloof in my coolness is just too much trouble (my kids laugh when I tell them I used to be cool), I find that crying a tear or too has not diminished my manhood.

God had to have had a reason for providing us with this outlet. Itís just too bad many of us never discover it until weíre old and sour and hardhearted. Just as a merry heart doeth good, so does visiting the house of mourning.


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darlene hight10/11/04
Great reminder and entry!Thinking about deer camp makes my eyes water LOL
Rita Garcia10/11/04
Charles, Great entry! well written. Blessings, Rita
Lynda Lee Schab 10/11/04
Great job, Charles! You know it takes more of a man to be able to express himself with tears without fear of what others think than to keep it all inside! I'm glad you're mellowing... :-)
Just one tiny thing - near the bottom it should read "crying a tear or two" instead of "too". No biggie!
Great article! Blessings, Lynda
Kristin Slavik10/11/04
Charles,
Nice entry. Loved this bit about your buddies at deer camp. Yes, I too think we mellow with age. Maybe thats a good thing? I hope! LOL
Kristin
Zillah Williams10/11/04
Charles, that is so well put, and well written. And interesting.
Lucian Thompson10/14/04
Charles, powerful testimony to show man that crying is indeed a manly art. I learned to cry, as a man, while I was a cop. Every real cop I knew, cried. You canít be involved with the underbelly of this world without being driven to tears. Later, as a pastor, I perfected crying to an art form. You canít be involved with the goodness of God without being driven to tears!
L.M. Lee10/15/04
your closing line was one of the best I've ever read!
Barbara Thompson-Young10/16/04
I liked your writing style, and your sense of humor.
Glenda Lagerstedt10/16/04
I loved this. Great job.
Hope Horner10/17/04
I really like your style of writing. It's clear, fun & yet makes a powerful statement. How neat that you've gotten in touch with your "softer side". God bless.