Once there was a man who lived alone and never cried, although he had plenty to cry about. His life had been hard with much disappointment and bitter loss. He became stoic and kept everything inside. He had given up on feeling much of anything, Really, he had given up on life. He traveled a lot on business and one night, while resting in his hotel room, he picked up the Gideon Bible that was on the nightstand. It opened to John 11:35. He read those two words; “Jesus wept.” They were the only words he saw on the whole page. They pursued him, opened him up with light and fire. He started crying. He couldn’t stop. He cried and cried until, sobbing fitfully, he had cried himself to sleep. He slept long and hard and when he awoke the next morning some things that had been with him for as long as he could remember were gone. Something new had come. It was as if he had been dead and was now alive. He knew he was not alone.