Tears stung my eyes as I shuffled behind those friends of mine who were carrying the body of my only son to his final resting place. How could this be happening to me? I had lost my husband only a year ago, and now this! I had no other family, no one else to turn to. Oh, what was I to do? I had hoped and dreamed that one day my son would bring home a wife and that I would be a grandmother. I had looked to him for all my support and help!
They tell me it was a freak accident. That a stone he was helping to set in place fell on him. I watched for weeks as he lay there, unresponsive, hoping against hope that he would open his eyes, hoping that he would sit up and be himself again.
Why is the procession stopping? I don't understand. I look up through my blinding tears at the man who has put his hand on my shoulder. Do I know him? Is he one of my son's work friends? What's he saying to me? "Weep not." What else am I supposed to do at a time like this? Astounded, I watch as he approaches those who carry my son.
Oh! What is he saying? He's telling my son to arise! Who IS this man? And look!! There's my son! He's bringing him back to me!!! Oh praise GOD!! My son is alive again!!
Tears streamed down my face as I my thoughts drifted away and I looked down at the Bible in my lap. This mother, widowed, alone, forlorn of hope, seemed to have lost everything. But, in her seemingly hopeless condition, Jesus had compassion on her and restored to her that which she had lost. What does that mean for me? There may be conditions that look utterly hopeless to me. I may seem to have lost that which I had, and it may seem that I have no where to turn for help. Can I find in him that hope to continue, whether or not he restores that which I have lost, changes the hopeless condition I find myself in? "Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance."* Ahh, therein lies the answer.