I’ll never forget the first time I read the shortest verse in the New Testament: “Jesus wept.” (John 11:35)
I was in my early 30s, sitting on the couch at a little cabin on an Iowa lake. When I read that Jesus wept, I wept, too — overwhelmed by a Savior who knew what the salt in His tears tasted like.
Yeah, I suppose I had read that tiny sentence — “Jesus wept” — sometime during my Sunday school years, and probably again during the intermittent church attendance of our 20s.
But there’s a different between reading, and reading — the kind of reading that makes your heart bounce around in your chest like rocks in a clothes dryer. That day, I was reading.
Here comes Jesus, a couple days after his dead friend has been buried. A sister meets Jesus outside, and He consoles here.
But then He bursts into tears. He didn’t just cry. He wept.
I need that kind of Jesus. I need Jesus on the days when my own tears won’t stop. I need a weeping Jesus on the days when my girls cry, or when my best friends cry. I need a weeping Jesus on the days when the brokenness of the world seems too much to bear.
Yes — I need a Jesus who protects. And I need a Jesus who guides. I need a Jesus who rescues me from sin and redeems every mess that could ever be made. I need a Jesus who teaches, befriends and saves.
But I also need a Jesus who weeps.
I don’t know where you’re at today, as the week begins. But I’m guessing that many of you are facing sorrow and heartbreak. Maybe it’s a funeral or a break-up or a misunderstanding with the people you love most.
Maybe you feel like you weep alone — but you don’t. Here’s the truth that could make all the difference for you today, or any day when the hurt spills out from your eyes:
Your tears are wiped away by a Savior who wept His own.
Praying for you today,