The Compassion of Jesus

“This is ike rest xvherewith ye may cause the weary to rest, and this is the refreshing’’’’ —

■^nli tfje ilorU ialt compassion upon f)fr, anti satU, JlBJcrp not.”

of Kcsus.

The fronds of the desert palm-tree are
never so beautiful, as when seen thickly
gemmed with the dews of the Eastern
night — nature’s teardrops.

With reverence may we say the same of the Heavenly Palm. Jesus is never so gracious or attractive as when we are called, as here, to note His look of compassion — His tears of sympathy — denoting the tenderness of divine human affection. Observe, it was the sight of woe (the contemplation of human misery) which at Nain stirred to its depths that Heart of hearts.

Forth from the city gate,

As evening shadows lengthen o’er the plain,
And the hushed crowd in reverent silence wait,

Passed out a funeral train.

Chief of the mourners there,

Slow following, with feeble steps, the dead,
In the sad travail of the soul’s despair.

Bowed down her stricken head.

“For him she wept forlorn,

Of care the solace, and of age the stay,
Whose silver cord was broken, ere the morn
Had brightened into day.”

It would seem as if the Lord of Love could not look upon grief, without that grief becoming His own. In the similar case of Lazarus, it was not the bitter thought of a lost and dead friend which unsealed the fountain of His own tears. This it could not be; because four days previously He had spoken in calm composure of his departure; and when He stood in the graveyard, He knew that in a few moments the victim of death would have his eyes rekindled with living lustre. At Bethany (as here at Nain), it was simply the spectacle of human suffering that made its irresistible appeal to His emotional nature. The rod of human compassion touched the Rock of Ages, and the streams of tenderness gushed forth. “When Jesus saw Mary weeping, and the Jews weeping which came with her... Jesus wejpi.” “When the Lord saw” this poor widow,” He had compassio?i on her.’’’’ He hears her bitter, heartrending weeping in the midst of the mourners, and it is worthy of observation — utters the soothing, sympathetic 7vord, before He utters the godlike mandate.

Nor should we overlook the fact that it was /’/// a word He uttered. This reveals an exquisite and touching feature in the Saviour’s humanity. It attests how intensely delicate and sensitive, as well as true, that humanity was. When we meet a mourner after a severe trial, we shrink from the meeting; glad, perhaps, when a sad and dreaded call of courtesy is over. There is a studied reserve in making reference to the blank; or, if that reference is made, it is short, in a passing word. The press of the hand often expresses what the lips shrink from uttering. In that vivid picture we have of patriarchal grief, Job’s friends and mourners sat for seven days at his side, and not a syllable was spoken. It was so here with Jesus. He (even He) does not intrude with a long utterance of sympathy. With a tear in His eye, and a suppressed sob, all He says is, “Weep 7iot.” It was the same afterwards with Mary at Bethany. There was not even the one word; nothing but the significant tears.

Behold, then, the beautiful and heartfelt condolence of a Fellow-mourner — “the Brother born for adversity.” “IV/ien the Lord saw /ler, He had compassion on her.^^ That weeping, forlorn woman had no lack of other sorrowing friends. Her case seemed to be matter of notoriety. Many went out to mingle their tears with hers; but the sympathy of all these could only go a certain way. They could not be expected to enter into the peculiarities of her woe. Human sympathy is, at best, imperfect; sometimes selfish, always finite and temporary. Not so the sympathy of Him who joined the funeral procession. He could say, as none else can,” / know your sorrows” The condolence of the kindest friend on earth knows a limit, — that of Jesus knows none. Who knows but in that gentle utterance of tender feeling, and in the deep compassion which dictated it, the Son of Man, the virgin-born, may have had in view another Mother “whose hour of similar bereavement was now at hand; when His own death was to be “the sword” which was to “pierce her soul.” The calming word, doubtless, further pointed onwards to a happier time, when in a sorrowless world, “God shall wipe away all tears from off all faces.”

Remember the Saviour and sympathiser of Nain is now the same! He had compassion — He has compassion still. He who stopped the bier on that summer’s night in the

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plains of Jezreel ever lives, and loves, and supports, and pities; and will continue to pity, until pity be no longer needed, in a world of light and purity and peace.

“And thus He always stands,

Friend of the mourner, wiping tears away;
Wherever sorrow lifts her suppliant hands,
And faith remains to pray.

“Where’er the woe-worn flee

From the rude conflict of this world distrest,
Consoling words He whispers, ‘Come to Me,
And I will give you rest! ‘”

“AND THERE SHALL BE A TABERNACLE FOR A SHADOW IN

THE DAYTIME FROM THE HEAT, AND FOR A PLACE OF

REFUGE, AND FOR A COVERT FROM STORM AND

FROM RAIN.”