A place of writing and reflection…
Now a man named Lazarus was sick. He was from Bethany, the village of Mary and her sister Martha…So the sisters sent word to Jesus, “Lord, the one you love is sick.”
—John 11:1, 3
Today’s post comes from the pastor of First Christian Church in Shelbina, Missouri in regards to the death of a friend of ours younger brother after a terrible car accident:
There is a club that no one wants to join: parents who have lost a child, especially in the tragedy of an automobile wreck.
Sadly, we’ve seen this already…It’s a club that my wife and I are part of too.
I don’t have much more to add, as many wonderful, compassionate and loving words have already been provided here. Multitudes of prayers have been offered up, and though they were not answered to our liking, it does not mean that God was silent or apathetic. We simply do not understand the ways and workings of God – it’s possible there are miracles still to come.
What I can simply offer is this: Jesus, who knew what was on the other side of this life – because He knew heaven quite well, having left it to die for us here on earth – when He saw His friend, Lazarus, dead in a tomb, and the grief of his loved ones…Jesus was moved to weeping tears of sadness and grief.
Stop and think about the depth of that for a moment.
Jesus knows what heaven is like; He knows what awaits us.
BUT in spite of that, Jesus was moved in the depth of His being because of our sorrow.
Know that He still cares today.
Jesus’ heart is broken. There are no words. But know that tears are shed, even those of Jesus…and just maybe He’s already been holding your child in His arms for awhile…