Two Days After Christmas: Weeping with Rachel

Christmas was beautiful at our home that year, just like that glorious first Christmas when Jesus was born. He came to save us from our sins, but what about our sorrows? Two days after Christmas, my precious son Jacob died in an accident. The Holy Spirit had already prepared me, but still I wept what seemed like a million tears. Like Rachel, my voice rose up in “lamentation, weeping, and great mourning . . . weeping for her children, refusing to be comforted, because they are no more” (Matt...