I guess that I had always supposed that the infamous two-word verse was talking about Gethsemane. That place where Jesus wrestled His will into alignment with, well, His will. The knowledge of what He was about to face would have been torturous for anyone, so of course He wept.
But, as it turns out, John 11:35 was not written about Jesus' grief for Himself, but for others. Lazarus had died. Jesus was at his funeral. He was among the weary, the grieving, and the heartbroken. When He saw Mary's sorrow, and the sorrow of those who were with her, the Bible says that He was troubled. The next verse simply says that He wept.
We do not serve a God who feels nothing, nor one who stands by untouched and unmoved by our plights. No. We serve a God of love. He knows our struggles and burdens. He feels when we feel, I daresay that He laughs when we laugh, and He certainly weeps when we weep.
