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Lament, Black Woman, Lament

By Jerjuanna Cecille


(Read Psalms 22)


In a world that deems you angry, aggressive, rude, too strong, not pretty enough. One to be feared and not loved. One who has to take the weight of others’ pain without ever being able to show yours! Black Woman, you find it really hard to truly lament. To truly have a passionate expression of grief or sorrow. In a time where Black Women are silenced for speaking God given truth, by those who speak words of unity, yet display actions of hate. Black woman when was the last time you cried, to this date?


Trust me, I know, growing up in this embodiment, this skin tone there’s no room for tears. No room to acknowledge your fears. No room to deal with the God stitched emotions that arise because so many have failed to show you that they are normal for you. That a tear can hold sorrow and joy all in the same drop. That weakness is a strength all on it’s own!


Did you know that Jesus lamented? At the ninth hour on the cross Jesus cried out with a loud voice, “ Eloi Eloi, lema sabachthani ?” My God , My God?! Why have you forsaken me? (Mark 15:34) He reached deep into the depths of his humanity to echo the words of one we all know as David!


In Psalm 22:1 David begins his personal lament to God. He asks, My God My God why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning. He is crying to and yelling at God about how everyone who was once worshipping with him has now turned against him. How he feels distress because he has not received any relief to his pain or answer to his prayers. He is being attacked by immoral people and mocked by those he has one called friend and/or family. Now doesn’t that sound and feel familiar black woman… whew chile! Yet, in his distress David, the King, sees his need to cry out to God even in anger, frustration, confusion, loneliness, and all the other feels! I can picture David on both knees , hands held high, face full from tears and frustration. Voice elevated high enough that the heavens could feel it’s vibration but his heart broken, bruised was fixed on the one who would truly listen. I see Jesus, hanging on a cross, as life is leaving his humanity he calls to the one who controls the winds and seas. They knew that even if God did not answer on this side of eternity that glory was divine and that their Father cared enough to listen to their lament!


In Undergrad me and a friend had this thing where we would ask each other “ When was your last good cry?” And if one would say it’s been a while we would encourage the other to take a “tear day.” I honestly wasn’t walking faithfully with the Lord at that time, but in those tears Jesus was the only person, being, and Savior I could lament to. I don’t think I cried that hard when I got whoopings as a child. It’s just something raw, sweet and intimate about being honest with God. And it was something in getting that permission from another black woman to be weak without judgement that made it all the more real.


Black Woman, it is okay to lament! To express that you are hurting, that you are grieved, and that everything ain’t always magical! It’s okay to give another sista that same right and to grieve with and for her!


Black Woman Lament lest we forget!


God, we pray right now that you be glorified through us! That we would allow your truth to be seen in every emotion that we have! That we will not smirk to appease a culture or society but that we will be authentically who you died for us to be Jesus! Help us to truly lament, to express all the inward heartaches so that the world can see what true joy in you looks like! Let us never forget and always call to remember that on the cross you cried Jesus, you lamented, but you also believed and trusted in God through the pain, the mocking, the silencing, and even death! Thank Jesus for your grace and mercy. In Jesus Name Amen!

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