Jesus leaving his mother: 21 February 2015

John 11:33-35 33 When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. 34 ‘Where have you laid him?’ he asked. ‘Come and see, Lord,’ they replied. 35 Jesus wept.

Hebrews 4:14-16 14 Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. 15 For we do not have a high priest who is unable to feel sympathy for our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are – yet he did not sin. 16 Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.


What made Jesus weep? Could it have been human faithlessness? Mary and Martha sorrowed so hopelessly in his presence. Here was Jesus, God s Son, for whom any miracle was possible, yet these women of Bethany sorrowed as if nothing could be done. Here was human desperation standing next to resurrection power. Could it be that Jesus still weeps when we refuse to trust the God who is sovereign over all heartache?

What else made Jesus weep? Could it have been their slowness to understand that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord? Lazarus was in a better place already.

What else made Jesus weep? Could it have been sheer grief? Jesus loved Lazarus as much as he despised death. He grieved Lazarus’s passing. This is the Christ who never lets human sorrow exist alone. This is the Christ about whom the prophet said, "Surely he hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows."

Jesus wept because he was made in all ways like we are. Jesus did not take up our condition free of tear ducts. He wept because we all weep. He cried, and his tears demonstrated his humanity as shown in this image of Christ taking his leave of his mother. Such a weeping Christ is worthy of our full acceptance, worthy of our worship.


Lord, thank you for weeping with Mary and Martha. It helps me to remember how much you despise death and how much I depend on your tears when I must face my own seasons of grief. I rejoice when I remember heaven is capable of tears.