Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. (Romans 12:15)
Jesus wept. (John 11:35)
There
are lengthy explanations for the shortest verse in the Bible. It might be
because when we think of God (the Father, the Son, or the Holy Spirit) we tend
to think in terms of what is bigger, stronger, wiser, and more in control than
we are, and the idea that God, the Son, might blubber just because others were
seems to reduce Him somehow in our eyes. This is even the reason provided for
some Roman Catholics about why they pray to saints and to Mary. God is too
busy, too important, too exalted to take an interest in their pain. So, they go
to someone more accessible, more in tune with their struggles.
It’s
probably not wise to reduce Jesus’ experience to the current infatuation with
the concept of empathy – if for no other reason than that those who claim it
tend to put it forth as a sign that they (or at least empaths) are somehow
special. Either they are better, or they are martyrs. Since God is not like us,
He can’t be like them.
This
past week, one person I dealt with on the Internet was irritated that I would
approach the subject of God from a rational viewpoint. God must, it seems, be
incomprehensible. Ultimately, God is incomprehensible, but just because
we can’t understand the last 1, 10, or 90 percent doesn’t mean we can’t
understand anything about Him. We are made in His image. Understanding
ourselves, to the extent that we can do that, informs our understanding of Him.
And just as we can find ourselves hurting when our children or grandchildren
(or anyone of that age category) falls down and skins a knee, or just as we can
cheer when the same youngsters take their first steps, or even just as we weep
when fictional characters suffer; it is at least possible that Jesus might shed
tears because His friends were hurting.
I’m no
better. I can easily imagine God being irritated with me, disappointed with me,
angry with me, but not sitting beside me and joining me in my pain. Perhaps
even more importantly, I can’t imagine God being able to be irritated with me and
joining me in my pain anyway. But, I suspect that this is precisely where we
must go.
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