Luke 7:11-17 · Jesus Raises a Widow’s Son
Does Jesus Care?
Luke 7:11-17
Sermon
by King Duncan
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Notre Dame football coach Lou Holtz, speaking at the annual sales meeting of the Western Insurance Companies, said, "I've been on the top and I've been on the bottom. At Arkansas my first year, we won the Orange Bowl. Then everybody loved me. "They put me into the Arkansas Hall of Fame and issued a commemorative stamp in my honor. The next year we lost to Texas, and they had to take away the stamp. People kept spitting on the wrong side. "One year I tried to sell cemetery plots for a living. My wife told me I couldn't sell anything. She was wrong. That summer, I sold our car, our television, our stereo..."

Like Lou Holtz sometimes we are on the top. Sometimes we are on the bottom. Sometimes we hit rock bottom. This past February mass murderer Ted Bundy was executed in Florida. Many of the reports about families of the murder victims of this insane killer describe years and years of sadness, depression and isolation. Not only are the deaths of these girls tragic, but often just as tragic is the living death their parents experienced for years following the murders. Mothers speak of rooms and possessions that have been left untouched like a shrine perhaps for a decade. Dads cling to a hope that there has been an error and say that their daughter's possessions are in storage in case their daughter returns. In home after home there is a pervading feeling of hopelessness in the air that everything died when their daughters did. (1)

Did you know that the first president of the United States to refuse to use the Bible at his inauguration was Franklin Pierce? The reason is rather interesting. When Pierce had been elected, he and Mrs. Pierce and their son, two weeks before the inauguration, were taking a trip to Concord, New Hampshire, and, of course, they were doing it by train. The train had not gone far out of the Concord Station, when there was a lurch, a jolt, and the car the Pierces were in tumbled off the tracks and down an embankment. Neither the president nor his wife was injured in the accident, but their son was killed. Franklin Pierce brooded over this, as would most of us. He asked the question of God that so many of us would have asked. Why would God at this moment of triumph permit this tragedy in their lives? He was so upset by it that he refused to allow the Bible to be used at the inauguration. (2)

Helen Hayes and her husband, Charles MacArthur, lost their nineteen year old daughter to polio. MacArthur himself died only a few years later, while Helen Hays is in her eighties and has had a most productive life. Ms. Hayes' explanation for her husband's early death is that he never quit asking about his daughter's death, "Why us? Why should it happen to us? We didn't do anything to anybody. We never hurt anybody. Why? Why? Why?" Ms. Hayes, seeing other people also in tragedy, asks, "Why not us?" (3) There was a widow in the city of Nain. She had a son whom she loved deeply. He was her only son and like every mother she had great dreams for him. Life is sometimes very cruel, though. We always hope that we shall outlive our children. That is the way life is supposed to work, but sometimes it doesn't. Her son now lay dead. A large company of friends escorted the funeral procession out of the city. Their presence meant more than they could know. But still the pain was great. First her husband, then her son. "Does anyone know the emptiness I am feeling," she asked herself. "Does anyone care?"

A man named Jesus was passing by the funeral procession with his twelve disciples and a host of other followers. The Master saw the widow of Nain weeping and he had compassion on her. He said to her gently, "Do not weep." Then he touched the bier and the pallbearers came to a halt. And he said, "Young man, I say to you, arise." And the dead man stood up and began to speak. The widow of Nain had been heartbroken. But Jesus saw and Jesus cared.

JESUS ALWAYS SEES US IN OUR DISTRESS.

That is the good news for the day. We think in our despair, "No one knows what I am going through right now." But someone does know. In one of his books writer and philosopher Loren Eiseley tells about the time when he was only a young lad and his father died. His father died a slow death in great bodily torture. Eisley's mother was deaf. Young Loren alone heard the sounds of his father's agony. This was before the wide application of painkilling drugs. Eiseley said a curious thing happened to him during that very stress filled time. He became so tense that he could no longer bear the ticking of the alarm clock in his own bedroom. He smothered it with a blanket but still he heard it as if it were ticking in his own head. He tried to sleep, but he could not. His distress and loneliness were too great. It was then that help came.

His grandmother saw the light burning in his room in the wee hours and came to sit with him. Later when it came time for her to begin her own long journey from which there is no return he touched her hair and knew in those moments that she had saved his sanity. Into that lonely room at midnight she had come, abandoning her own sleep, in order to sit with troubled young Loren. Eiseley never forgot what that meant to him. To know that someone sees and understands. Sometimes that is all we need to know in order to make it through a time of crisis. Sometimes, though, even our closest friends are blind to our despair. We read about tragedies in the newspapers in which people are left lying on a public sidewalk after an accident or a mugging and no one does anything, and we think to ourselves if I had been there I would have done something. But sometimes there are persons in our own family or our neighbor ™s family who are in terrible distress, and we never pick up on it. It is as if we are blind. Jesus is never blind. He sees us in our distress. He hears us when we call upon him.

AND HE UNDERSTANDS.

Here is part of the glory of the cross. He understands our loneliness and despair. Why? Because he has been there too. A couple of years ago the New York Daily News carried a story about a television news anchorwoman named Pat Harper who left her luxurious East Side apartment with 80 cents in her pocket and spent five days living on the street "to learn what it's like to be homeless." Harper spent the days wandering the streets in the icy January rain and her nights sleeping in doorways, train stations and public shelters. She began to realize that most of the homeless people were not much different than she. Several people helped, giving her food and advice on how to survive without money. The undercover investigation made her realize that many homeless are simply normal people who have been hit with financial problems from which they have not been able to rebound. There was no other way to know how they felt than for this successful media person to walk where the homeless walk. There is another who left comfort and convenience to walk where the outcasts walk. He was the same man who took compassion on the widow of Nain. That is essentially the message of the cross. He has walked where we walk. When it is time for us also to walk the Via Dolorosa, the way of suffering, he walks with us. That has always been the hope of people whose dreams have been dashed, whose burdens have seemed unbearable.

Ron Nikkel is the director of Prison Fellowship International, and he has visited prisons in over 5O countries. He was asked recently by a reporter for the worst case he has seen in a prison, and he told about a prison in Zambia. Along with Char1es Colson, Ron went with a former prisoner who had told them about a secret inner prison for the worst offenders. For 23 hours a day the inmates of this secret inner prison were confined to a space so cramped that they could not all lie down at once. One hour a day they got to walk around a courtyard. There were no sanitation facilities and the blazing sun made breathing barely possible. Yet when told who the visitors were, 8O out of the 12O prisoners went to the back wall and assembled in rows. At a given signal they began to sing Christian hymns in four-part harmony. Thirty-five of those men would soon face execution. Ron said, "I was overwhelmed by the contrast between their peaceful, serene faces and the horror of their surroundings. Just behind them, in the darkness, I could make out an elaborate charcoal sketch drawn on the wall. It showed Jesus, stretched out on a cross. The prisoners must have spent hours working on it. And it struck me with great force that Christ was there with them. He was sharing their suffering, and giving them joy enough to sing in such a place." Ron added, "I was supposed to speak to them, to offer some inspiring words of faith. But I could only mumble a few words of greeting. They were the teachers, not I." (4) There is One who sees our distress and understands.

BECAUSE HE SEES AND UNDERSTANDS, HE CAN GIVE US THE STRENGTH TO CARRY ON.

Even if Jesus had not raised the widow's son from the dead, meeting him would still have brought her much comfort. It has for many others, for there is something about the Master's love and compassion that has helped countless millions of persons endure in the midst of great suffering and sorrow. For years, Byron Janis, proclaimed as one of the world's great piano virtuosos, has been fighting the effects of crippling psoriatic arthritis. His struggle, though offering no easy answers, is inspiring. He cannot make a fist. The right wrist's motion is limited to 40%. The little finger on the left hand is numb, partially paralyzed and scarred from a childhood accident. The joints of the other nine fingers are fused. There is mobility in only one distal joint, that of the middle finger of the left hand. "Learning to live with pain," he says, "or live with a limitation can give an intensity to life. I thought I had nothing. Now I know I have everything. I'm saying to others, `If I can do it, so can you!'"

Janis lists the various means he sought to help him, ranging from medical doctors to acupuncturists, but adds, "What helped me most, I can't explain. I developed a very personal relationship with God. I think prayer is important. I think the belief in God is healing." "No one knows what it's like for other people, but I know that, unless I found a belief in God, I would never have been able to say what I have to say. God works with man and man with God. Not one alone." "I still have arthritis. But it doesn't have me!"  That is the testimony of countless others. I have problems but they don't have me. Why? Because there is One who sees and understands and is able to meet my every need. Sometimes we're on top. Sometimes we're on the bottom. "Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into the heaven, thou art there; if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost part of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me..." (Psalm 139: 710)

He sees, He understands, He is able.


1. Axthelm, Pete and Michael Ryan, "A Condemned Man's Last Bequest,"

2. PEOPLE, (February 6, 1989), pp. 4751.

3. Don Emmitte Donald E. Demaray, LAUGHTER, JOY, AND HEALING, (Grand Rapids, Michigan: Baker Book House).

3. David W. Richardson. Source: CHRISTIANITY TODAY, February 5, 1988.

4.  PARADE MAGAZINE, October 13, 1985, pp. 47.

Dynamic Preaching, Collected Sermons, by King Duncan