Come with me this morning and gaze upon a very intimate moment. We find a young woman standing at a tomb, a rich man’s tomb. A huge stone has been rolled away, and she is standing there sobbing her heart out. She is wailing the middle eastern death wail. She has just experienced the most horrible weekend of her life. She had to witness the execution of the man who had saved her life. He had rescued her from a life of sin and abuse. Her life had been so different since he cast the seven demons from her life. She had never known such forgiveness and acceptance and love. He was gone, crucified at the hands of Roman soldiers, and the least thing she could do was to go and anoint his body for a proper burial. To say goodbye one last time. But he was gone. She arrived early in the morning and the stone had been rolled away. The Roman guards were gone, the grave cloths were laying in the grave. Jesus was gone. Someone had stolen the body away. Suddenly we see a man talking to her. He is asking “Why are you weeping”. She doesn’t recognize him, thinks he is the gardener. She says, sir, if you have taken him away, tell me where you have laid him. He simply calls her name, “Mary”, she turns to him and says “Rabboni” This morning, Jesus stands before us. He is alive. He is God! He is our Savior! He is at the right hand of God His Father. He is awaiting the day when the Father will say, THAT”S ENOUGH! Your day is hear. But until that day when He shall descend from heaven with a shout and the blast of the trumpet. Jeus stands in front of you and asks WHY ARE YOU WEEPING? Look at me Jim, I am you teacher! Look at me Christ I am your teacher! He calls you by name and says Why are you weeping? You say, but Pastor I’m not weeping. But I say, if you have never wept in your life, there will come a day when you will weep. But the truth is, we have all wept. We have all been Though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death. (Psa 44:19) A Mother's Grief Gle