It was a day of sorrow and joy. My only son died in the morning. My husband and son, both gone, leaving me alone. Sadly, our funeral procession passed through the city gate, on our way to the cemetery. Through my tears, I saw a large group approaching the city. Instead of stopping, the leader of the group came directly to me and said, “Don’t cry.” He didn’t just say it as an act of kindness; but, He looked deeply into my eyes, as though He was looking for something. For an instant, I imagined He shared my pain.
Then He left me; and, walked over to the coffin and said, “Young man, Get up!” With that, my son sat up and began talking. What followed was a lot of commotion. It seemed like everybody was talking; but I heard a name, “Jesus.” That was the man that raised my son from the dead. Jesus helped my son from the coffin and brought him over to me. My sorrow was turned to joy. [Story based on the Bible Reference – Luke 7:11-17]
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