Not long before his “triumphal entry” into Jerusalem, Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead.
Books have been written on this one event. People have dissected the miracle, both to prove and disprove what happened.
I’m not interested in the arguments right now. I want to take a moment to look at Jesus, and the shortest sentence in the Bible.
Jesus wept. (John 11:35)
This morning I had a huge disappointment. My heart hurt and the tears flowed. The conversation happened right in the middle of writing this post.
I sat here in my chair wondering how I could say anything profound or encouraging…when the presence of Jesus and the remembrance of his tears for his friends who were hurting brought comfort to my spirit.
The old gospel song asks the question: Does Jesus care? And refrain answers back: Oh yes he cares, I know he cares. His heart is touched with my grief.
It’s all I’ve got today. I hope it’s enough for you, because it’s more than enough for me.
PRAYER: Jesus, you were there to comfort Mary and Martha in the time of grief. You wept with them…you hurt with them. Thank you for feeling my hurt to and coming alongside me. You see each tear that falls. Thank you for the comfort of your presence. Amen.