I can’t remember from where I read this but it may have been from this book, Reaching for the Invisible God by Philip Yancy. Like a magnifying glass, it emphasized this short verse in the Bible: Jesus wept from John 11:35. For a moment, I stopped for awhile; chewing on the meaning of the words and the impact of those words slowly began to dawn on me.
A few weeks earlier, I revisited a memory that I have yet to process emotionally. During the process, I was surprised that I felt so strongly about the incident – the blame, the grief, the anger, the questions - all captured in my writing. For 2 days I cried as if the incident just happened.
Fast forward to today.
As I read the verse, it dawned on me that Jesus was there too during the incident.
He was not only there, He wept.
And I realized He understood and most importantly He cared.
