“If Jesus was God, why did He cry?”
When I was Muslim, I used to smirk at the shortest verse in the Bible. A crying God? Weak.
“Jesus wept.” John 11:35. Two words. It should bring you to your knees.
Then I actually read WHERE He’s standing.
At the tomb of His friend Lazarus. And here’s the part that undoes me: He’s about to raise him. In sixty seconds He’ll shout that dead man back to life. The victory is already loaded.
And He weeps ANYWAY.
He didn’t have to. The happy ending was already in His hand.
But He looked at the grief around Him — the sisters, the mourners, the sheer wreckage that death makes of everything — and He entered it. He let it hit Him. God, with tears running down His face, at the graveside of someone He loved.
The God of Islam was too majestic to weep. I was proud of that. Until I met a God who was strong enough to.
“We do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses.” Hebrews 4:15.
Whatever you’re burying right now — He’s not watching from a safe distance.
He’s the God who weeps at gravesides.
And then empties them.
Now you and me get to rejoice forever with our Lord Jesus Christ.
#GraceonMonday
I walk in boardrooms backed by the Spirit
I enter into meetings armed with Angels
I have prophetic insight to see the problem
And Supernatural creativity to know the solution.
I am God’s Temple
Everywhere I am, God is.
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Hmmm…
My new resolution on Twitter is vibes and retweet my church’s and pastor’s post. But this needs to be said.
We always say you cannot be a Christian and be Feminist. Realize also that you cannot be a Christian and be Patriarchal.
Read on before you bite my head off…