Then Jesus showed up ….. at the funeral
vv 11-12 Soon afterward, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went along with him. As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out– the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her.
It was bad enough when my husband died. It was so sudden and I never did discover why. Anyway, my boy was just about old enough to start working and the synagogue people were good to us both, so we just about made ends meet and kept going. Those were really hard years, and I was afraid that he would meet a girl, get married and go off and leave me. Then this happened. It was exactly the same as with my husband. One moment the boy was fit and well – the next day, dead. What was God doing to me? No chance of another husband or family at my age.
The funeral itself was awful. Half the town turned out, all wailing and moaning, and me in such a mess. We put him on a kind of stretcher-coffin and carried him out of town to be buried. I felt I wanted to die with him – what was the point of going on living I thought. Anyway, a huge crowd of us were just going out the city gate when we met up with another crowd trying to get into the city. Never seen anything like it in Nain, people all over the place, jostling and pushing – you know how small the city gate is! Then the man who seemed to at the centre of the going-in crowd came right up to me. He looked straight at me and I could see the tears in his eyes – he seemed to understand everything I was going through. Then he just touched the coffin – the whole world seemed to stand still as he told my boy to get up. And he did – and he’s alive and well today! Even now I fill up with tears when I think of the compassion in Jesus’ eyes.
I look at people differently now; I seem to be able to share their heartaches and bring a bit of Jesus’ compassion into their lives. Can you do that?