What’s your favorite story about Jesus?
That question has been on my mind since I heard it in General Conference.
At first thought, my favorite story of Jesus is found in the 11th chapter of John.
Jesus’s friend Lazarus falls sick and dies before Christ can come.
When Jesus comes to Lazarus’s sisters, Mary and Martha, he sees their grief and comforts them.
The scriptures say:
“When Jesus therefore saw her weeping, and the Jews also weeping which came with her, he groaned in the spirit, and was troubled. And said, Where have ye laid him? They said unto him, Lord, come and see. Jesus wept. Then said the Jews, Behold how he loved him!”
It becomes a beautiful story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead.
But as I’ve thought about it more, I think I love this story of Jesus because it reminds me so much of the Jesus I have come to know personally.
It was Jesus that gave me comfort as I found myself alone at college.
It was Jesus who gave me encouragement each day that I was locked in an apartment in another country.
It was Jesus who wept with me when my dad died.
So really my most favorite story of Jesus is the one where he became a part of my life.
Truthfully, He is in every story. I love knowing He is as much a part of my story as he was for Lazarus or Peter or Nephi.
