by Elizabeth de Barros
1 + 2 = 3
Lazarus died plus Jesus wept equals people matter.
An example of how I teach my children abstract truth without using cookies.
They get it. It works.
Lazarus had mourners. People who loved him enough to weep over the news of his death. But before they were mourners, they were his friends, with Jesus being among them.
The sum of our days often plays out in death, and the sense of loss experienced by the many or few is the felt message. I know it to be true that sadness is the other side of love. When a loved one is no longer around to call up to bounce something off on, or to just hear their familiar voice, something deep within cries foul. The gravity of a person’s importance shifts to a higher level and the Fall is felt that much harder.
I recall how a friend once said that life is a series of changes and losses. We were probably talking about relationships. We always ended up talking about things that mattered most — the people we love.
When we don’t feel the exquisite pain that comes from the loss of someone, perhaps it’s because we never truly took them in; allowed them to come live in a part of our heart where our true self dwells. Or perhaps they never let us in. A sad reality, but a reality nonetheless.
But it’s not for me.
I am moved by a greater reality. Before Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead for the greater glory of God, He wept over him.