Good Morning!
I have
never experienced a real traffic jam. I
am not saddened by this; being in a traffic jam is not on my “bucket list” but
I am fascinated by them. I cannot ever
imagine how they ever get untangled from them.
It looks like one big mess and as the bottleneck occurs, more vehicles
come in from the rear and just keep it more bottled up. It looks like it would be a time of great
frustration and anger. It looks like a
mess.
That is what our verse is about, a traffic
jam. We have two large crowds of people,
one a funeral procession heading out the gate of the city. This procession would have had the mother,
the only relative, family and friends, some from the local synagogue, perhaps a
few professional mourners. They would
have been heading out to the burial site which was outside the city walls. It would have been a sad procession.
On the same road, going through the same
gate was a different procession. This
one had Jesus, the disciples, some of the other followers, some from the
outlying region who heard Jesus was in the area. This procession would have been very lively,
full of excitement and wonderment. These
two very different processions would have met at the gate of the city and a
huge traffic jam would have occurred.
The funeral procession, with its wailers and mourners would be packing
through the gate to get out and those following Jesus would be talking and
singing trying to get in the gate; what a jam.
The truly amazing part is that the woman,
the mother who had just lost her only son, who would have been completely
despondent and lost would have met face to face with Jesus as he led his
procession into town. The hopeless met
the source of hope. The sad and
downhearted met the great Comforter. The
broken heart met the great Physician.
Jesus looked at her and had compassion.
He raised the boy back to life and gave him back to his mother.
When you or I am burdened by the battles of
this life, it can feel like we are in a funeral procession marching out of
town. There is so much pain and
sadness. There can seem to be no
comfort, nowhere to turn, just no hope.
We are being hustled out because no one wants to deal with us and the
devil is leading the procession to the burial site where he plans to leave you
among the dead.
Blessedly, we are met at the gate by
Jesus, who stops the devil’s procession.
He stops the veritable stampede to death and gives us life. Jesus stops our rush to pain and sadness, to
an emptiness that cannot be filled. He
fills us with his Spirit so we can trust in his wonderful promise of salvation
and we can live in hope.
Father, guide us to the gate where Jesus is. Guide us so that we may know the compassion
of our Savior. Guide us so that we will
always be a person of hope. Help us to
be a comfort to those whom we meet at the gate.
Help us to bring them the good news of your grace and mercy. In the precious name of Jesus we pray, amen.
God’s Peace,
Pastor Bret