Category: Crisis

Ain’t No Rock Gonna Cry Out for Me!

Over 30 years ago, on Palm Sunday, I was standing in praise and worship and the person standing beside me was getting very uncomfortable. At one point he raised their hands (something he never would have done in church). At one point, I almost thought he was making fun of the people who were raising their hands and singing out loudly. Because of his increased edginess he was unable to sit down or stand still. I had seen this edginess before, and usually he would just go out of the service. But this time, just before the close of the last song, he hurriedly pushed me aside and told me to let him out. I thought he was getting ill or leaving. Instead of heading for the back door, he walked fast nearly running to the front of the church. He grabbed one of the men in the front row and asked for prayer.

Don’t cry Selah… Rejoice!

After Jesus spoke to the dead man I imagine there was a silence and maybe even a few gasps. This mother’s day was turned from weeping to rejoicing.

This Selah moment then erupted into dancing, shouting and rejoicing. The one who was dead was now raised from the dead and now made alive. A crisis of death which had taken a mother’s heart captive, was suddenly set free in the midst of the pause.