The Valley of Tears is the vessel that holds the sour truth in which we are baptized . The sour truth plays rough. As we make our escape through the Valley of Tears, the crosses that besiege us have both teeth and tongues. Their teeth bite. They chews us up into bits and pieces and spit us out. Furthermore, their tongues are as sharp as their teeth.
Our baptism in the sour truth of the Valley of Tears is effective medicine. The medicine, however, is not without a deleterious side effect. It causes the tongues of our crosses to broadcast powerful anti-god propaganda into every nook and cranny of the Valley of Tears.
“Where is your savior now?”, they taunt us as their teeth mercilessly masticate us into bits and pieces. “Despair! Abandon hope! You are alone and forsaken. Nobody is coming to rescue you”
