Jehu Thomas Burton - Trusting God Through Tears: A Story to Encourage

2000 by Jehu Thomas Burton

Published by Baker Books
a division of Baker Publishing Group
P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287
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Ebook edition created 2013

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ISBN 978-1-4412-1534-5

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I have watched Jehu and his family walk the path of deepest pain. In this book Jehu presents his honest emotions and thoughts regarding the death of his son, but we can also see him emerge triumphant in his faith. I highly recommend that every grieving parent read this book.

Marilyn Willett Heavilin author of Roses in December

As a father of two sons killed in an automobile accident and a grieving and at times bewildered parent, this book helped me to gain a clearer concept on trusting the wisdom of God in the results which He allows in our lives. On a number of occasions as I read, I found myself saying, Yes, Lord, You are God and I must trust You.

Pastor Ed Lasko Middletown Baptist Church

To my precious helpmate, that person chosen by God as my lifetime partner. We have endured lifes greatest tragedy and have been shaped and molded into one by Gods conforming hand.

The sun was peeking from behind a dark mass of clouds. There are few moments like this in November, and I was determined to find the sunniest spot in the house to read. As it turned out, that spot was my sons bedroom. He was sleeping, so I sat down in his oversized chair, put my feet on his desk, and opened up Jehus manuscript.

My friend Tremper Longman III had asked me to look at a book that had come to his attention. The only thing I knew about the book was that it chronicled the process of grieving after a death in the Burton family. I was reluctant to read. As a therapist, I deal daily with heartache and loss, and I was not excited about reading a book that would ask me to confront the dark realities of living in a fallen world.

As I read, I felt the tears that were woven into the words and the heartache that beat with each page. I could not keep my eyes off my sleeping son; I could see the slight rise and fall of the covers as he breathed. My son too is twelve. He is a delight to my heart, and I would easily and reflexively give my life for his. My twelve-year-old breathes and Jehus twelve-year-old son is in the grave. The juxtaposition of our two stories made the reading both compelling and demanding. Life is not fair. God gives and takes according to His pleasure and His purposes. How are we to bear His apparent inequity?

My son turned in bed, and his eyes blinked to my presence. He smiled and turned over to resume the pleasure of sleep. God calls me to live in the midst of both gratitude and sorrowgratitude for His gifts and ultimately for the grace of His Son, and sorrow for the losses of living in an alien land that is still far from the home we desire.

The haunting call of this book is: How do we face the goodness of God and the offer of His heart to us as we experience suffering that He could unquestionably alter? Jehu offers neither sentimental nor easy palliativeshis grief and the harm to his family is immense. Yet, his story bears the unmistakable mark of Gods presence that seizes the reader and takes us not only into the profoundly personal realm of grief but also into the incomprehensible dominion of redemption.

We may never be called to lose a child. But each of us is called to enter more deeply into the reality of living in a fallen world. Far more, if we enter even the fringe of sorrow, we will be invited to taste the odd, wild, transforming pleasure of Gods presence, which does not eradicate sorrow but instead throws us deeper into the mystery of His passion for us.

Jehu Burton invites you to walk with him on a journey that allows you to feel his tears and to hear the ultimate mockery of evilnot even death can steal from you faith, hope, and love. This story will take you deeper into the heart of the Fathers sacrifice of His Son for your sake. Read with keen hope and rich tears. The journey will change your life.

Dan B. Allender

In 1991 my son Kelly died, and I began a journey. For the next few years I wrestled with God, trying to understand why He would ever let such a tragic event occur. Why would a loving God let my dreams be crushed?

One day almost three years after Kelly died, I was sitting in my office at work meditating when it just came over me: Im going to write a book . I had had no prior thoughts or plans to write. So I turned to my PC and started typing. I typed the first thirty pages without my fingers leaving the keyboard. I began to realize all that God had taught me over the last three years as I sought answers and tried to understand why Gods people suffer. I continued to write over the next year.

The spring of the following year I was in Denver, Colorado, on a business trip. While I was waiting at the airport gate for my return flight, I thought I recognized the person sitting across the aisle from me. I thought it was Dr. Tremper Longman, who had been at our church several months earlier for a conference, but I was not sure. As he began to pack up his belongings to board the plane, I noticed the cover of the manuscript he was reading: Zechariah . I remembered Dr. Longman being an Old Testament scholar, so this convinced me that it was he. Approaching him I introduced myself. We traded stories as to why we were in Denver. Tremper told me he had visited a publisher in the Denver area concerning a new manuscript, which prompted me to share with him that I too was writing a book. Tremper asked me what the subject was; I told him it was about my sons death and all that God has taught me as a result. Tremper volunteered to read my manuscript and offer me his opinion. Upon returning home I sent him my manuscript and our friendship began. Tremper later shared with me that he seldom offers to read others manuscripts. He encouraged me to continue writing, which I did over the next two years.

It was now the spring of 1997, and I had gotten to the point where I wanted to know if my manuscript had any merit. The writing had certainly been therapeutic for me and was a worthy legacy for my remaining children, but I wondered whether it had potential benefit for others. I arranged a lunch meeting in Philadelphia with Tremper to discuss my manuscript. I told him I felt I was to a point where I could get a reasonable assessment from potential publishers. Tremper agreed and suggested that he write a letter of introduction to several publishers he knew. He did so, and in April of 1997 we sent out my manuscript with the letter of introduction to four Christian publishers. I began praying, Lord, I am giving this manuscript to You; if it is Your pleasure, open the door of Your choosing. Over the next months I received three letters of no interest, but I did not hear from the fourth publisher. I continued praying, relying on God to open the doors. I waited patiently. Fifteen months later I received a letter of interest from Baker Book House. Discussions continued with them, resulting in a book contract and the publishing of this story.