Showing posts with label tears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tears. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Lessons from Lazarus

I heard a sermonette the other day that touched me deeply.  I drank in every word, hoping that I could later write it all down so I wouldn't ever forget it.  I finally did.  I will share it with you here, the story that took on new meaning for me.  I hope it does for you too.  Here it is in my own words:


John takes the time to describe an event in the life and ministry of Jesus… an event that had profound effects on many people and that ultimately led to the discussion of Jesus’ demise.  But what we see as a wonderful miracle for Lazarus and his two sisters is actually a beacon of hope to many of us today.

  Jesus loved Lazarus, Mary and Martha.  They held a special place in his heart.  He often visited their home in Bethany and found it to be a place of rest and refreshing.  When Lazarus fell deathly sick, the sisters sent Jesus a message saying, “…he whom thou lovest is sick.”  John often used this sort of title for people of special interest to Jesus.  John chose to list himself as “the disciple whom Jesus loved.”  Not only does John mention Lazarus as one that Jesus loved, but he repeats himself only two verses later saying, “Now Jesus loved Martha, and her sister, and Lazarus.”  Okay, we get the point. They were his special peeps and he cared for them deeply.

  But the story gets interesting from here.  You’d think that upon hearing that his beloved friend was sick unto death, that Jesus would immediately rise up and go to see Lazarus to at least say goodbye!  Or maybe even heal him.  He could have even spoken a word like he did for the centurion, and Lazarus would have popped up out of his deathbed.  But instead, Jesus just waited two more days.

  What confusion this must have caused the disciples!  They know how deeply Jesus cared for Lazarus and his sisters, and they know that the man is near to death’s door, and yet, Jesus seems to be oblivious to the pain and sorrow this was causing Mary and Martha.  He seemed completely distant and uninterested… like the god that creates everything then just sits there watching and waiting while we wallow in sin, pain and loss.

  When Jesus finally says, “let’s go,” he takes the time to tell his disciples that Lazarus is “sleeping” (i.e. dead).  They think that’s fine and dandy until Christ then pops their bubble with “Lazarus is dead.”  The disciples must have thought, “Boy, he took that well.”  Still, no emotion on Jesus’ part is portrayed in the Biblical account.  He appears stoic.

  When Jesus arrives in Bethany, two grieving sisters greet him.  Martha, who first meets Jesus, says, “Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died.” 

  If… the word that we are all familiar with.  “If God is real, why does He allow all this pain?  If God really cared, I would never have suffered this injury.  If God loves me, why did He allow me to be abused?  If God is love, why all this?  If, if, if… our deepest, most heart agonizing questions often are prefaced with the word if.  We question God.  We shake our fists at Him, saying” why”?

  Mary had the same resentment and anger.  She basically asked the same thing… “Where were you???”  Where were you when I was diagnosed with a terminal illness?  Where were you when I suffered through that loss of a loved one?  Where were you when I endured ridicule, abuse and pain? Where were you, God?  Why do you seem to sit silently on the bleachers while we are down in the arena being torn apart by life’s circumstances? How could you be loving?  How could you even care?  If you really cared, why didn’t you DO something???

  “Jesus wept.”

  The shortest verse in the Bible, and yet packed with far more meaning then we give it credit for.

  Finally, we see emotion; we see grief.  Jesus wept.  In the Greek translation, it means that Jesus shed real, wet teardrops.  This is one of the few instances in the Bible where Jesus shed tears.  Jesus was moved by the sorrow and pain he saw in the faces of his beloved friends.  Jesus wasn’t crying over Lazarus, for he knew what glorious miracle he would perform. No, instead, Jesus wept with those he loved.  He shed humanity’s infamous tears.  His divinity was shadowed as he wet his face with his own teardrops.  His eyes probably got swollen; his nose may have started running; his beard got wet.  He groaned and may have even wailed.   He was truly weeping.

  Jesus asked to be taken to the graveyard.  He went to the place where everyone had given up hope.  He found himself in the place where Mary and Martha’s broken dreams, shattered hopes and splintered trust were buried.  He was in the graveyard where they had given up.  Everything had died with Lazarus.  Nothing was left but a tombstone as a memorial of their loss.

  Where’s your graveyard?  Where is the place where you gave up, where you felt totally helpless and alone?  Where did you say, “I’m done.  I give up.  I can’t make it any longer.  I’m hopeless.  I just want to bury my dreams and hopes?”  This is the place where you felt utter despair and hopelessness.  Your trust was broken, your life was marred, your heart was scared, your dreams were shattered, your fire was extinguished, and your expectations were singed.  You gave up trying.  You threw your hands up in desperation and left your everything there in the grave, left with nothing but a gnawing and empty void.

  Jesus has asked to see your grave.  He knows your heartache and despair.  He knows what you’ve been through.  He’s seen it all.  He’s wept with you and cried with you.  He’s shed tears with you.  It’s not because of your buried dreams.  No, it’s just because he sees you in pain.  He sees you ready to drown in hopelessness. 

  And yet, he sees a better tomorrow.  He sees your dreams and hopes resurrected.  He knows that the things restored will be sweeter after the grief of losing them.  It’s at the time when you are ready to give up that he can resurrect your life.  He can’t resurrect anything if it wasn’t first dead. He wants to make it a glorious dawning for you.  He wants to take your life’s shattered bits and pieces and shape them back together.  He wants to heal your broken heart, mending it tenderly so that you can be a living testimony of his loving care.  He wants to take that which should have been ugly and make it something beautiful to behold.

Will you let him?

Friday, February 10, 2012

God Used Me

Who would’ve thought we could get so close and love each other so intensely in only a short 3 ½ weeks?  I find it hard to believe.  Yet, I could see the proof.

  A program just for me.  A poem written with me in mind.  Special musics done by the shiest of the girls.  Words of gratitude from young and old.  Gifts given lovingly.  Tears shed.

  I didn't know they had all this in mind.  I didn't even know the girls and staff all felt this way about my leaving.  Yet, looking around the group, I could see tear stained faces.  One was even bawling with her head in her hands.  All because of me?

  I wondered what was going on when I was told we were going to the church for worship that evening.  We usually had staff worship in the kitchen.  And why did all the staff come trotting giddily up behind me as I entered the church building?  Then I found out.  This is what I saw.



Singing
Tears sprung to my eyes especially after reading the first one.  I turned around and faced the girls, who sat there looking at me with expectant faces.  I called them to come give me a group hug.  The tears started flowing, falling on the heads of each girl I hugged and it started mingling with their own tears.

  "Of course, I want to come back," I said with trembling lips.  Funny thing is, I never really felt that way until that moment.  But at that moment, I realized that I would give the world to come back and see each girl.
Sandra Miss giving her appreciation

  I was then asked to sit at the front of the church as they gave their program planned just for me.  I couldn't stop the tears that kept falling down my cheeks.  I noticed several in the same predicament.  A special music was sung about the 6 seasons of India, which they all knew I had been intrigued about.  A poem was given that, through translation, said something about how amazing it was that we had grown so close over such a short period of time and that we were sad to say goodbye yet we knew that we would meet again.
Poem by Namuna

  Testimonies were given.  First it was Sandra Miss.  Then it was Bipana, the shy girl who would erupt in hysterical laughter with even the lightest touch because of her overly ticklishness.  Then Mrs. Horner spoke.  Then Chandrakala, the girl who arrived only a few days before my leaving.  Then Joseph (the only guy there that night).  Although not all of them could speak English, I caught bits and pieces (through translation)... you won our hearts... you have such an infectious smile... you encouraged me to be cheerful and always smile... thank you for cleaning my teeth... thank you for teaching me how to clean my teeth... thank you for teaching me how to lead VBS... thank you for teaching English... you were so helpful...I will miss you... we love you.

Special music by the shy Assamese girls
  Who wouldn't cry?  I realized that I was loved.   I realized that these people were more than friends... they had become a part of me.  I realized that I would miss them and I also realized that I didn't want to leave.  I let my tears flow.

Receiving my gift
  Another special music, then I was asked to sit back at the front of the church in my special spot.  I was then given two gifts.  One, Sandra Miss carried behind her back.  All the girls giggled excitedly.  A beautiful black lacy scarf was placed around my neck and then Sandra hugged me.  My next gift was carried by two girls (Rebica and Sajanna) and placed carefully on my lap.  It turned out to be a gorgeous picture that the girls said was my "home."  I felt like laughing and crying, so I did both.

The picture
  What had happened during these past 3 1/2 weeks?  Where had time gone?  How had I drawn so incredibly close to these girls in only a short time that would cause them to put on a whole program for me?

"God be with you till we meet again..."
  And I can't help but think, what if I had stayed longer?  What if I hadn't stayed 3 1/2 weeks but 3 1/2 months... or years?  How much would I affect them then?  If I could affect them this much in only 3 1/2 weeks, what could happen in a longer period of time?  What amazing bonding had taken place in these short weeks!

  And God used me.  Me.  Tall, blond, awkward, humorous, clumsy me.  If God could use me to create an impact on these girls' lives, then what can He do with you?

God used me.