“Jesus Wept.” (John 11:35)
It’s the shortest verse in the entire Bible.
He wept at the loss of a friend, Lazarus.
But I bet Jesus Wept more than once, I bet he wept a lot.
He knew the fate of his followers and friends.
He knew his own fate.
He knew what had to happen so that he could save us.
I bet he still weeps.
I bet he weeps when something sad, painful or beautiful happens.
Last night I fought back tears as I sat with my son in my lap and he was enthralled with the live broadcast of Walking Wisely Weekend, a retreat for middle school students at North Point Community Church and their campuses. Josiah, my son, LOVED it. He was humming, drumming and completely in love with what was happening on the screen and my eyes were far from dry. Here’s a quick video:
But today, again. I watched the next session live.
During the worship, I wept.
I can’t help it.
To see 2,500 middle schoolers and 600 volunteers worshipping with one voice is an incredible thing to witness.
I bet, Jesus Wept at how beautiful this was too.