He Wept

There’s something deeply human about tears. They are a language of the soul—a release that words often fail to carry. And in one of the most tender, vulnerable moments in all of Scripture, we find this simple, powerful truth: Jesus wept.

He—who calmed the sea, who raised the dead, who knew Heaven was His home—wept.

Why does that matter?

Because it reminds us that God is not far from our grief. He doesn’t stand at a distance, watching us suffer from behind some cosmic veil. He steps in. He feels. And when our hearts break, His does too.

In John 11, Jesus arrives at the tomb of Lazarus, knowing full well that He is about to raise him from the dead. But before the miracle, there is mourning. Before the resurrection, there are tears.

And Jesus joins in.

Not because He is helpless. But because He is loving.

He sees Mary and Martha broken with sorrow, and He doesn’t say, “Get over it, I’ve got a plan.” He enters their pain. He feels it. And He lets the weight of that moment fall on Him too.

That’s the Savior we follow.

So if you’ve ever felt like God doesn’t understand your sorrow, if you’ve ever cried alone in the dark wondering if anyone sees—He does.

He wept then.
And He weeps now—with you.

Let this comfort you: your tears are not wasted. They are not ignored. Scripture tells us He keeps them in a bottle (Psalm 56:8). Every one.

Because the same Jesus who wept also heals.
He restores.
He resurrects.

You are not forgotten.
You are not alone.
And joy will come in the morning.

Hold on.