Slightly Obsessed #058 "When Dead Men Speak" (Weekly Devo) by Pamela Thorson on 2014-01-29 11:53:46
When the Lord saw her, He felt compassion for her, and said to her, “Do not weep.” –Luke 7:13
She shuffled behind the men who carried the body, despair written in every line on her face. Her thin shoulders sagged under the weight of a life without hope. She was a widow, and she was burying her only son.
Gone were the desperate prayers for God’s healing. Silenced were the frantic petitions, the faith in deliverance, the hope that God would rescue them. Now there was only the sound of shuffling feet and a mother’s soft sobs as the procession made its way to the burial grounds.
Near the gate of the city, another crowd met them. The man at the head of this group walked up to them. For a brief moment, she was confused. What did he want?
It was the voice that captured her attention. It was tender. It stirred an undefinable longing in her soul.
“Do not weep.”
Do not weep? Was he blind? It was long past time for hope. There was nothing left but to grieve.
Then the man touched the coffin. According to Jewish law, the mere act would make him ceremonially impure for a time. He didn’t seem to care. The next moment, it didn’t matter.
The dead man sat up. And spoke.
In a single moment, a man’s life was restored. A woman’s joy was resurrected. It had nothing to do with her faith or her good deeds. It was not because she said the right words or believed in a miracle.
It was, we are told, because the Lord Jesus Christ had compassion on her. He was touched by her grief, moved by her sorrow. In her moment of greatest loss, in an hour that all hope was gone, God revealed His life-giving power.
Little did she know that Jesus would soon be the son carried to the tomb. She could not know that His own mother would be the widow grieving at the tomb. No one understood then that He was the Son who had to die for their sins. He would not only rise from the dead under His own power, but He would break the hold of death forever for those who love Him.
When we encounter crushing trials, it’s tempting to believe that we can call down a miracle if we incant the right prayers, keep a positive confession, or impress God with our faith. The truth is that God can’t be manipulated. When He doesn’t answer a prayer in the way we want, it isn’t because we haven’t said the right words.
It’s because He’s God. He is sovereign Lord. His goal is our highest good. He often appears to leave us alone in our sorrows, only to come with power in an hour that we are most broken, most lost, most hopeless. Along the way He has purified our motives, torn down our pride, and taught us the priceless lesson of trust.
You may be standing at the grave of your dreams. Take heart. The Lord Jesus is here. He sees your heartache. He’s the God of compassion.
About Pamela Thorson:
Pamela Thorson is a licensed practical nurse, author, and full-time caregiver. She pioneered in the homeschooling movement from 1982-2006 and authored her first book, Song in the Night, in 2008. She resides in the Northwest with her family.
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