Think about the senior adult sitting a few rows back on the hillside. Three

years ago he lost his wife. He can’t work. Disease wracks his body. The

government won’t help. The religious leaders tell him he’s too sinful to

cure. He lives every day as if it’s his last. Think about what he hears

when Jesus says, “Blessed are you who mourns, for you will be comforted.

Your brokenness and pain have a place with me.”