Not until my first year at Dallas Seminary, when I started to read Braille, did something happen to make me realize He fully understood my plight. While practicing reading Braille, I consistently encountered the slow, arduous task of completing even a simple sentence. One sentence might take up to several minutes of concentrated effort so that reading long passages often proved exhausting.
I was trying to read the story of Lazarus’s death, yet something seemed amiss. A few words felt wrong, but for the life of me, I couldn’t determine them by way of my fingertips. What did they say? I got to the point where I thought they must be misprinted and was sure they were unreadable. Finally in total frustration with my inability to comprehend the dots, I shed tears, thinking I’d never learn this language and thus never finish seminary.
Those tears dropped to the page and soaked my hand, making me cry all the more. I grabbed some tissues, and I wiped off the page, yet I still wanted to figure out those words. I found my Bible on tape and located the passage. To my surprise I discovered the words in Braille were correct after all. I should have known them well, but I couldn’t read them. They were two simple words: “Jesus wept.”
Jesus, though He knew He would raise their brother, fully entered into Mary and Martha’s loss. As a result, He wept with them.
In that moment I knew He understood my blindness and that He also wept with me.
Michael Justice (MA[BS], 1988; ThM, 1992) is associate pastor at Rowlett Bible Fellowship in Rowlett, Texas. His wife, Terri, is manager of the DTS Copy Center.