I learned as a little boy that I was different from other boys. I cried at the drop of a hat, wore my heart on a sleeve, and actually liked to talk about feelings. That all became taboo as I got older and felt pressure to be like the other guys. But I just couldn't do it and I was ridiculed whenever I cried, even by my Dad and brother.
For this and other defects, I learned to silently hate myself, and hide the anger I had at God for making me the way He made me - hiding it even from my conscious thoughts so God wouldn't discover them and squash me like a bug.
Sometime in my teens I vowed to never cry again. And I rarely did. For decades. I was like a walking pressure cooker, but at least I didn't cry anymore, dagnabbit!
Then about a year ago I was in my Church's sanctuary, standing and singing along to a worship song. People had their hands in the air singing joyfully. And then I noticed the man in front of me in the next pew. He had his hands covering his face and his shoulders were quivering. I realized that he was crying. His wife was just patting his back and letting him be him.
I don't know why I knew this (any guesses Who told me this?) but I discerned that he was crying tears of gratitude and relief. God had delivered this man from something significant. Of all those praising God at the time - I considered that his praise was the most precious to God at this moment. Just as Jesus' tears were precious to His Father, and to us - because they are for us.
Btw... it didn't escape my notice that he was a brawny, muscled, mans-man.
Crying.
The next time I felt the need to cry (while talking to a friend on the phone) I just let it flow. 17 years of supressed grief over a situation finally escaped from me and I can't tell you how much relief I felt, and feeling cleansed. Those tears were the beginning of real healing. In fact, the Lord was so near to me and revealing His wisdom and love so abundantly that I cried for about a week straight! Ha!
In that time God relieved me of my age-old anger at Him by graciously revealing that what I considered embarrassing weaknesses were actually gifts to be used for His glory.
Tears? As has been said, empathy is a great gift. Gratitude is as well. And my favorite attribute of God's heart that He gives to us in our new heart of flesh? Compassion. The word is attributed to God all through the Old and New Testaments.
Consider it an honor to be a man who cries. Jesus certainly wasn't embarrased about it, and He was the strongest man Who ever walked the earth when you think about it.
As for us, we are all Ambassadors for Christ, we are His hands and feet and eyes in this world, and also His tear ducts.
God bless!