The shortest verse in scripture holds perhaps its deepest permission: to grieve without explanation, to stand before loss without rushing toward meaning or resolution. In a week marked by stories of parents confronting the unbearable—the death of children, the impossibility of rescue, the weight of survival—we are invited to sit with sorrow rather than transcend it. Jesus wept not because he lacked power to change what happened, but because he recognized the true measure of love: the capacity to feel another’s pain as one’s own. In moments when we cannot fix the world’s brokenness, perhaps the most honest response is to let ourselves be moved by it.