Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

what if . . .

Today is Passover and I was thinking of Jesus' crucifixion when I got this huge onslaught of "what if's". The Bible is silent about a lot of things, but I just had to ask.

Matthew says "and when they crucified him" (27:35).
Mark says "and they crucified him" (15:24)
Luke says "there they crucified him" (23:33)
John says "when they crucified him" (19:23)

But how? How do we know the soldiers crucified him by laying him down on the wood and nailing him to it? How do we know they soldiers raised it up? They certainly did'nt bring the cross up there themselves, so why should they raise it and the man nailed to it?

What if Jesus had to set his own cross in place on the hill?

What if Jesus had to climb a small ladder, grasping the cross in places, holding onto its sides and balancing, perhaps embracing the cross so as not to fall off because of his blood that was now all over the place?

What if he had to get his balance on the small perch, turn around, holding the cross behind him and spread his arms out one at a time as if embracing the world, only to have his hands hammered into place?

What if the only support he had from the soldiers was the nails they put through his body?

What if he had to pull his feet up onto the brace so they could be nailed, holding his own body weight up by his nail-pierced hands?

What if the crowd cried, "Come Down" referring to the reverse manner in which they watched him go up?


Just thinking, that's all . . .

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