Jesus wept. (John 11:35)
Jesus wept for his friend, Lazarus who had died. Jesus wept for his friends, Mary and Martha who had lost their brother.
Even though he knew that in just a few minutes, they would have him back. Raised from the dead. Even so, his heart ached with…
Compassion and Empathy.
I think that on this Thanksgiving holiday in the United States of America, Jesus is still weeping.
He weeps for a mother in Missouri.
He weeps for a family in Cleveland.
He weeps for shop owners with looted dreams.
He weeps for broken hearts that assume the worst.
He weeps for hardened hearts that cannot feel the pain of their fellow man.
He weeps for those…white or black… who cannot see the person behind the skin color;… white or black.
He weeps for a people who cannot get along.
He weeps for ears that refuse to hear.
He weeps for hands that refuse to help.
He weeps for hearts that refuse to hurt.
He weeps for victims.
He weeps for perpetrators.
All around us…he weeps for the widow, the orphan, the homeless, the disenfranchised, and the helpless.
And, he weeps for those of us who just don’t care.
It doesn’t matter if you are white or black. It doesn’t matter if you are Republican or Democrat. It doesn’t matter if you think Darren Wilson is a killer or a hero. It doesn’t matter if you think Michael Brown was a thug who caused his own death or simply a rowdy teen who was needlessly murdered.
Jesus is weeping for you.
So, let’s try something. Let’s try putting down our bricks and our batons. Let’s give our indignation a rest. Let’s set aside our racial preferences. Let’s flush our hatred and angry words. Let’s forget political affiliations, rhetoric, and talking points.
Let’s stop and look….really look…into one another’s human eyes. And, let’s see if we can find it in there…shimmering in our humanity. That little spark of what Jesus felt.
That little spark that IS compassion and empathy.
And, let’s weep with him. Let’s weep for who we are, and let’s pray for the hope of who we can become.