After a while, the darkened sky grew light once again. People went home. Jesus was taken down dead and placed inside a tomb carved out of rock. And the stone came rolling, closing him in. And people wept—hope lost. What did he finish? To the people, it looked like HE was finished—their HOPE was finished!
So she searched. I watched her search through the rubble of her life—her home completely flattened. As video camera zoomed in, I heard her cry and I saw a little, dust-covered gray dog come climbing out of his would-be tomb. He came out and into her arms and she pulled him close to her heart. All was lost except her beloved dog. And he was enough for her, that day.
Yes. My answer is yes. Because I know the One who was twisted and torn. I know the one who is more powerful than death. I know the One who bled out and gave all for the hurting. And I know the One who started the reverse of this curse. And He is coming again. And when He does, there will be no more tears—no more death—no more pain. Heaven on earth is coming. Will we wait in hope for what we do not yet see? And will we hold with our hands and our hearts those who mourn now?
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Matthew 5:4