Jesus wept.
The cross is not the cross without this verse. I know God loves me because of this verse. His blood dripping down a Roman cross is not more important to me than his tears dripping down his face. He dies as a man but here he cries as a God. I already knew men could bleed and die but who knew Gods cry? I see back through the prismatic tears into the Garden how our Father felt when his children chose knowledge over love. I see all the suffering and loss and what it cost us and what it will cost him. Separation. Is it possible God the Son sees what God the Father must go through when he dies? The breaking of eternal fellowship. It is like this moment. It is soon to pass. Three days and restoration. It isn’t the point. It is horrible this breaking of love by sin. If this doesn’t cause us to fall in love with Jesus I don’t know what will. Complete identification with our condition. Holding nothing behind his back. Feeling all we must feel. Not skipping over the grave to get to the celebration. No. He lets himself feel it all. Read this one day at my graveside and rejoice knowing our Jesus stood where we stand. He passed through it and we can too. Cry. Go ahead. It is the sweetener for the coming of life that stands on top of death putting a sword to its throat.
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