Trying to find comfort in this place of sadness, Truth, friends, loss and love. This is about Love not Death. Death just makes Love raw, but this is the same kind of Love I had for Amanda Morales, mi abuelita while she was here.
When Jesus cried over his friend Lazarus, I notice so many things that bring me comfort and guidance:
1. Jesus wept, it's human to cry over one who dies, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. Sounds familiar.
2. Jesus loved, this is why he cried the loss of his friend. I loved my viejita.
3. Jesus had a friend in Lazarus. My gramma was my friend.
4. People will respond differently - some questioned him, some understood him. I can relate.
32When Mary reached the place where Jesus was and saw him, she fell at his feet and said, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.”
33When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. 34“Where have you laid him?” he asked.
“Come and see, Lord,” they replied.
35Jesus wept.
36Then the Jews said, “See how he loved him!”
37But some of them said, “Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?”
