After John 11:35
Jesus wept.
When he saw the pain
and anguish, he cried.
When he saw the faith
new and imperfect, he cried.
When he saw the wages
of sin and unbelief, he cried.
When he heard “if only you’d
been here,” he cried.
When he saw the people
so cast adrift, he cried.
When he saw the love
for the dead man, he cried.
When he saw the faith
in his healing, he cried.
When he saw the hope
for a miracle, he cried.
When he saw the sisters
fall at his feet, he cried.
When he saw how little
they’d learned, he cried.
When he saw his friend
had died, he cried.
Jesus wept.
Photograph by Alejandro Giraldo Ortega via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
The Fourth Vision of Zechariah – artwork by Jack Baumgartner at The School for the Transfer of Energy.
“Disturb us, O Lord,” poem by Desmond Tutu – D.S. Martin at Kingdom Poets.
“Do not send for whom the bell tolls” by John Donne – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.
Can I Get a Witness? – David Bannn at Front Porch Republic.
1 comment:
So profound in its simplicity, Glynn. Blessings!
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