I didn’t stay up to watch it, but I did see some of the high and low lights the next morning. It took Overtime to decide this year’s March Madness winner. The #1 Seed from the South, the Virginia Cavaliers outlasted the #3 Seed from the West, the Red Raiders of Texas Tech in a nail-biter.
Now I don’t gamble – ever. I’ve never even played the Lottery. So you can surmise that I didn’t bet on any of the 65 games of the NCAA tournament. But if I had, I know would’ve won – every time – because I would’ve only bet on the one aspect of the games that was a sure thing: that following whatever game/s I was betting on, at least one of those grown men would cry.
How could they not? Filled with intense emotion for having gotten to this place – both losers and winners – tears would flow – and they did – a lot! Because grown men cry under certain circumstances – and it doesn’t mean they’re weak! The TV cameras captured how some of the strongest men cry.
The meek and typically passive Jesus, cried on three separate occasions of which we know from Scripture: at the gravesite of His good friend, Lazarus; either in the Garden of Gethsemane or on Calvary’s cross in light of the unspecified reference in Hebrews 5:7; and lastly, the passage into which we will “dig even deeper” this coming Sunday.
Why not come out to hear our Palm Sunday sermon entitled, “Watch the Lamb (Jesus) Cry?”
