faith, to have used her distress and her anger, yes, anger at God as a reason for turning away.
Slowly Melissa swung around, as though her gaze was drawn against her will. She watched Angie a moment, then asked, âDo you believe in God?â
âI do.â
âBut why?â
Angie could not help but feel the pain behind that question. And the yearning. Even so, all the words she had come to know from youth about salvation and repentance and commands, they did not seem to fit. So all she said was, âBecause I could not go on without faith. I would have shriveled up and blown away a long time ago.â
Melissa gazed at her with eyes that held both the openness of youth and the ancient wisdom of suffering. âDid somebody die?â
There was no place for anything less than the truth. âMy husband. A little over six years ago.â
Melissa stared out her window a long moment. âThen, you know,â she said simply. âI prayed a lot when Momma got sick. I prayed all the time. And still God let her die. The preacher said she was in a better place. But why did God have to take her? Momma didnât want to go. She told me. She said if she was not already dying, the pain of not being able to watch me grow up would have killed her stone-dead.â Melissa wiped an impatient hand across her cheeks, as though not wanting to take the time for tears. âWhy did God make her go away?â
It came to her thenâthe Bible passage, and the need to talk it through. âI asked myself the same questions. I searched everywhere for answers. I asked everybody I could. And it seemed to me that the people who talked didnât know the first thing about suffering. And the people who knew, they didnât talk at all.â
Angie turned in her seat so that she could face the young girl straight on. âSo I started reading the Bible more than I ever had before, looking for my own answers. It was either that or close the Book and never open it again. And I came across the shortest verse in the Scriptures.
âA close friend of Jesus became ill, a man called Lazarus. By the time Jesus arrived, though, Lazarus had been dead for three days. All the family and friends were gathered about, crying and weeping and full of grief. And you know what Jesus did?â
âHe healed His friend,â Melissa said. âBut He didnât heal my momma. Even after I asked Him. And Momma loved Jesus. I know that.â
âI believe you,â Angie replied solemnly. âBut letâs go back to the story for a moment. Before Jesus brought His friend back to life, He did something else, and this something is the shortest verse in the Bible, just two words. The Bible says, âJesus wept.â When I came to that passage in my searching, I stopped. I couldnât go any further. Why did He weep? I wondered. The Bible doesnât say. Jesus didnât tell us why He cried. I thought and thought about that. And I decided that Jesus didnât say anything because He was a fellow sufferer. He knew He was going to die on the Cross. He carried this knowledge with Him all His life. He was born to suffer and die for us.â
âSo He was silent,â Melissa said softly. âHe knew suffering, so He didnât talk about it.â
âThatâs what I decided,â Angie agreed. âI donât know if Iâm right, because the Bible doesnât tell us. But thatâs what my heart said to me. Jesus wept. Not for His friend, because Lazarus was going to be healed and rise up and walk away. No. Jesus wept for everyone . Because all of us who are born to this earth will suffer. It is a part of the burden of sin, of the imperfection of life on earth. None of us will escape the weight of sorrow. And because our gracious Lord understood this and because He loved us so, He wept for us. He wept with us. All of us. Even me. Even you.â
Melissaâs small chin trembled, and one