Jesus was crying for me.

02-05-2023The Pastor's PenFr. Matthew R. Paratore, S.T.L., J.C.L.

Dear Friend,

Yvette, who is a young mother in Washington D.C., recently told me her remarkable story, she wrote:

“It was the end. I knew it. I could no longer fight. I sat here emotionless. I was totally alone. Others had tried to help - doctors, nurses, parents, husband, children. But they were gone. Hours earlier I had come into the hospital on an emergency basis. I had back pain so severe that at times, it dropped me to my knees. This was not my first hospital stay. I had been sick for a long time it seemed...

I sat in the bathroom. It was the middle of the night. No people, no “miracle” medicine, no strength left. I was too tired to fight. I sat there- four walls surrounding me. And a bleak monotonous “bleep” from my battery operated IV filled my silence. I couldn’t stop the sound of that miserable machine, anymore then I could control my own miserable life. So I sat theredull, miserable, in pain, with no hope.

Then I heard something else. I didn’t hear it with my ears - but I did with my spirit. I heard someone crying. And I immediately knew that it was Jesus crying for me. I was shocked - totally surprised. I didn't dare think he would do that for me.

This experience did not leave me emotionally elated. Nor did I feel a physical touch. Life was the same, except I now knew I was not in the battle alone. Jesus cared in a way my wildest imagination would never have hoped for or excepted.

Slowly I got up and shuffled back to bed, my IV still “bleeping” in my ears. Life was the same but completely different entirely. When there is absolutely no one else that would help me, he cried for me.

Then, I remembered what you told me during your visit, when you were leaving you said, pray always and never lose heart.