Jesus wept

I wish I had something profound to say this Christmas season. I am instead overwhelmed by a deep sense of loss. I keep reminding myself that Christmas is not about my grandfather, or family. I keep telling myself that Christmas is about Jesus’ birth. Perhaps it would help if everything around me did not seem so “festive”, so jovial. Everything around me says “let’s celebrate.” What I really want to do is mourn. Yet, I know that my sadness does not offend my savior and it does not speak about the measure of my faith. I am sad. I might cry. I am human indeed and He understands. He understands because he is human too. He was born flesh and bones. Fully God and fully human. That is one of the foundations of our faith. I keep thinking of a short verse, John 11:35 “Jesus wept”. Jesus mourned the loss of his friend, Lazarus.

That is the beauty of my savior, knowing that He gets me.

Edith, being fully human and in sorrow weeps in the arms of her savior and Jesus weeps with her.

By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.- Luke 1:78-79