JESUS WEPT by BRUCE MARCHIANO

Author:BRUCE MARCHIANO
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Howard Publishing Co., Inc
Published: 2003-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

It is two thousand years ago, and in the tiny village of Bethany, a woman named Mary sits quietly by a bedside and watches her brother, Lazarus, die. She has already called every doctor and prayed every prayer. She’s done all that she could do and then some. Now her heart begs for mercy; her hope says, “No more.” She cradles her brother’s hands, measures his every breath.

Now a certain man was sick, Lazarus of Bethany.

Her gaze turns toward the open window. She reflects the great times she and Lazarus used to have together—so many great times. She reminisces about his smile, his grace. With a chuckle she remembers the tough-guy look he would always give when any boy came by to visit her.

She remembers the way she and her brother would sit together—oh, for hours they would sit together!—watching the sun melt behind the surrounding hills, enjoying the evening air. They would laugh and laugh and tease with each other. Then they would grow quiet and share their dreams …

She remembers the day they both met those dreams, all in one man named Jesus. He was so common, so ordinary—a Galilean to boot. He was a working man just like her brother, just like Lazarus. But He did such magnificent things!

She remembers the first time they saw Him perform a miracle. A beggar from their village was filthy with the disease of leprosy. Head to toe, he was nothing but infection and rot. But Jesus touched him. He got right down in the dirt with this ghastly leper and actually touched him!

She was horrified. How could anyone touch him? Lazarus was disgusted and furious. Touching someone who was “unclean” according to the Law of Moses, the Law that Lazarus loved and esteemed—what a grotesque violation!

He grabbed his sister’s hand to pull her away. But then they saw the tears in the unclean man’s eyes. They saw his shame, his fear, his rejection. Suddenly he wasn’t an “unclean man” to them anymore; he was just a man. He was a man the same way Lazarus was a man. And oh, what a terrible disease for any man to have to endure!

And Jesus—it was as if He knew all that. As if He understood. It was as if He could actually feel the man’s pain—yes, that was it! —as if it were His own.

And oh, how Jesus cried that day. He actually took that man in His arms—took in his filth, his smell, his disease, his everything, and held it all against His own chest. And He cried. The sight turned her stomach and took her breath away all at the same time.

What kind of a man would do such a thing? What kind of person could this Jesus be?

Then she saw it happen. It happened so fast that she still wonders if it really happened. Jesus lifted the man’s face, whispered something into his ear, and—how to even begin to comprehend or convey what she saw next?

All the sores and

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