Note: This series is written as a first-person narrative in order to present Jesus in the context he walked with the unknown disciple that narrates presenting my thoughts and sparking more thoughts with his questions. Enjoy.
While we were on our way to Nain, the crowd following us continued to grow. In the distance, we could see the town gate and what looked like a crowd exiting it. Wailing and crying drifted towards us.
Jesus paused, his eyes taking it in.
“A funeral?” James asked.
“Yes,” John answered, “that looks like a body they’re carrying out.”
I noticed an older woman wailing louder than most. I hurt for her, it must’ve been her husband or son. A double loss since the kids traditionally cared for their parents in their old age.
Jesus met her halfway as she led the procession, saying, “Don’t cry.”
She looked at him with a mixture of emotions flickering across her face. Shock, anger, grief. The crowd’s mood turned angry at the insensitivity Jesus seemed to have.
Jesus, ignoring them, walked over the stretcher and touched it. “Young man, I say to you, get up!”
Movement stirred on it, a gasp, and he sat up, looking at us.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
The men carrying the stretcher almost dropped him in shock. They set him down and Jesus helped him to his feet, presenting him to his mother.
Amazed, everyone began to praise God. “A great prophet has appeared among us,” they said. “God has come to help his people.”
I watched as people ran to spread the news, still in shock myself.