When God Weeps
“‘Look,’
said the Judaeans, ‘see how much he loved him!’” John 11:36
Jesus
was on the way to Lazarus’ tomb. Martha, Lazarus’ sister had met Jesus on the
road, falling at his feet and saying, “If you’d only been here, my brother
wouldn’t have died!”
Jesus
had received news of Lazarus’ illness, but delayed two full days before
embarking for Bethany where Lazarus, Mary and Martha resided. The two sisters
and their brother were good friends of Jesus and he stayed often at their home.
Now, though Jesus’ friend was very ill, Jesus did not hurry.
Most
are so familiar with this story that some of the emotion of the narrative
escapes us. But think about Martha meeting Jesus on the road after her brother
was already dead four days. She knows, she believes, she has no doubt that if
Jesus had been there earlier, he could have healed Lazarus.
Jesus
tells her that her brother will live because he is “the resurrection and the
life.” Martha holds tight to her trust in Jesus, despite her grief, telling
him, “I believe this: that you are the Messiah, the son of God, the one who has
come into the world.”
They
both make their way back to the house to find Mary being consoled by their
friends. Mary immediately tells Jesus the same thing as her sister: “If you’d
been here, my brother wouldn’t have died.” Jesus sees her tears and the weeping
of those around her and is stirred deeply within, to the point of being
troubled.
He
asks, “Where have you laid him?” They invite him to come and see.
And
then, the memory verse every person knows, because it’s the shortest verse in
the Bible: “Jesus wept.” He burst into tears. Not a single tear. Not a little
sniffle. He wept. This isn’t the sort of tear you wipe away with a tissue
during a sentimental movie. This is deep, from the gut, weeping.
This
should astound us. Jesus told his disciples before they left that he was going
to Bethany to “wake up” Lazarus. Jesus knew that in only a few moments his
friend would come walking out of the tomb he had occupied for half a week. And
yet he weeps.
Please
don’t picture Jesus here with a tear running down his cheek. This is red-eyed,
snot-nosed, full-throated weeping. The preacher would stop preaching at the
sound. The singer would stop her song. Everyone would turn to hear where this
wailing came from. And they would see the Son of God in full-on waves of grief.
Had we
been there I have little doubt we would have said the same as the friends who
had gathered: “See how much he loved him.”
Do you
see it in your mind? Can you hear Jesus’ weeping? Here is the one who is
perfectly human. Jesus is the full representation of what humanity is like. And
humanity cries. Humanity weeps. Humanity grieves. Humanity openly expresses
pain over the love of someone we lose.
This is
important for us. Have you been raised to hold back your emotions? Did people
ever say to you, “Don’t cry”? Well, Jesus won’t say that. Cry. Weep. If you are
in a situation that feels dead, it is perfectly human to give sway to the
emotions within.
Please
do not think it a lack of faith to let the tears flow. Please don’t let your
culture or upbringing prevent you from giving full expression to the present
grief or pain. You may have finally reached your breaking point at your job.
Your children may have wandered so far, your heart yearns for them. You may
have a breach with your parents. You may even be in an abusive marriage or
relationship that once seemed alive. There are actions you can take, but please
don’t refrain from weeping.
In the
dead moments of life, weeping is the gift God has built into our very being.
Now, some of us are more prone to emotional display than others. Only you can
know your true self. But please, do not hold back because it does not seem
appropriate. Let the tears flow. Pain is real. Grief is real. Dead-end jobs are
real. And death is real. So real that the Son of God himself wept deeply as
they approached the tomb of the one he loved.
Which
brings us to the next observation; not only is it human to feel grief, but God
grieves with you. Do not hurry to Lazarus’ resurrection without stopping here
for a moment. I don’t care what sermon, what book, or what preacher you’ve
heard; your tears are no sign of a lack of faith. Your weeping does not show
mistrust. In fact, God weeps with you.
Your
pain is God’s pain. Your grief is God’s grief. Your frustration and confusion
are His. When you want to bang your head against the wall, God is there, not to
scold you, but to hold you. When the hurts of a thousand memories crowd your
mind and you wish you were over them by now, God does not upbraid you for your
lack of faith. He settles in right with you and weeps so openly that if someone
else was in the room they would say, “Look how much God loves her!” “Look how
much God loves him!”
And, by
the way, once you have learned this to be true, you are able to weep for others
as well. Your tears will come more easily than your judgment. Your heart will
be moved by those you once dismissed. You won’t be afraid to embrace those
whose lives are shattered because You’ve felt the weeping heart of God. You no
longer feel compelled to tell people, “Come on, look alive!” You have learned
to weep with others.
Above
and beyond it all is life! Jesus knew the depth of his friends’ grief, he
expressed the overflow of his own love for Lazarus, but he also was about to
show that he ultimately comes to bring life, abiding life, eternal life.
So he
stood at that tomb, raised his voice and shouted, “Lazarus—come out!” And
Lazarus did. The graveclothes still hung from him; his face still wrapped in
the cloth. They untied him and Lazarus was restored to his family.
Please
do not be hard on yourself if, in the middle of what feels like a graveyard,
you don’t feel very alive. But here is what I know. The more you open yourself
to truly expressing your heart and the more you open your heart to God’s
empathetic love for you, the closer you will be to knowing within that, no
matter the situation, there is life. That life is in Jesus, fully and
completely, and he loves you so much he will weep with you though the healing
takes a lifetime.
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