I’m angry this morning.
I don’t normally wake up angry yet today I am.
A friend of mine who has influence and has influenced hundreds of adults and high school students died suddenly on July 4th of a brain aneurism. Young, brilliant, creative and physical death captured him as he prepared for his day.
Funny thing is, Jesus is angry as well. In fact, the morning that my friend died, my devotional reading was the story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead. When Jesus saw what death had done to Lazaraus’ family, the original language says that he was angry at it. Many translations use the words “deeply moved” but the Greek says that it was an indignant anger. Like when a horse snorts, that is what Jesus did (so the original language says).
Get that. Jesus wasn’t angry at Lazarus’ family. He wasn’t angry at the real or hired mourners or even that he chose to wait to visit. Jesus is angry at death itself. Angry that death causes pain. Angry that death stirs up emptiness. Angry that death shreds the emotional heart of people. Jesus is angry at my friends death as well.
Yet death is necessary for life. Death is glorious for those who know Jesus. In fact, God says, “Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his faithful servants.”
I need to sit on that for a bit. As much as I am angry, more so God is rejoicing and meet us in our sorrow. Join me as pray for my friend’s family as I let the comfort of God’s Spirit quell my anger.