Here's another excellent somewhat Easterish RST from Max Lucado--kinda gets you thinkin'...
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"Think about this for a minute: when God chose to reveal himself, he did so (surprise of surprises!) through a human body. The tongue that called forth the dead was a human one. The hand that touched the leper had dirt under its nails. The feet upon which the woman wept were calloused and dusty. And his tears...oh, don't miss the tears...they came from a heart as broken as yours or mine has ever been...Those tiny drops of humanity, those round wet spheres of salty tears that tumble from our eyes, creep down our cheeks, and splash on the floor of our hearts...they are miniature messengers, on call around the clock to substitute for crippled words. They drip, drop, and pour from the corners of our souls, carrying with them the deepest emothions we possess...So Jesus wept...He wept not for the dead, but for the living. He wept not for the one in the cave of death but for those in the cave of fear. He wept for those who, though alive, were dead, for those who, though free, were prisoners, held captive by the lord of this fallen world."
"Jesus wept." John 11:35
You've been prayed for today.
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