The end came quickly for my dad two short months ago. Has it really been that long already? Some would say that it was a lack of faith that prevented his healing from the terminal illness that took his body by storm just two years ago. If only we had believed...had faith, we could have claimed his healing, stood on it, seen it/faithed it into existence. Surely, dear reader, you must know that we prayed, even cried out for his healing, unceasingly like the widow, humbly like the child asking for bread, earnestly like the centurion. I think that we all, I for one, fully expected his complete, miraculous healing and recovery. Not understanding why this came upon him, why he had to suffer but full of faith that "this was not unto death", Yet here we are having stared death in the face and wept.
Jesus wept, you know. The shortest verse in the Bible. Is that because in the face of great grief, there's nothing to be said? Certainly plenty is said but most is unhelpful and some of the best-meant words can cut deep in the face of such loss and sorrow. I think Jesus like no one else understood that, so...Jesus wept. He just entered into the grief with them. Simple but most profound comfort.
