The first thing I noticed was the change in the
silence. From the absolute silence of
death, suddenly I could sense silence waiting—for what? Had I missed something?
It was Jesus, and he sounded just a little impatient, as if that wasn’t the first time he had called. I couldn’t see anything, but I could follow the sound of his voice.
Suddenly, the rock sealing the mouth of the cave shifted a bit, and light seeped in. If my eyes hadn’t been wrapped, the change from utter darkness would have been painful. But all of me was wound round with linen strips and I could smell the spices in their folds as I began slowly, stiffly, to sit up, then stretched, and put my feet to the ground.
Then I realized: I was alive! But I had died—the last thing I remembered was Mary weeping as we realized that Jesus would not come in time to save me. When Martha told us she had sent a messenger to Jesus with the news, we thought surely he would come in time to lay his hands on me, as he had done for so many strangers, to take away their illness and send them on their way to a new start in life.
Surely, the man around whom our lives (Martha's, Mary's, and mine) had centered since first we met him, whom we all loved so, and who loved us and had become such a part of our household, surely the news “Lazarus is dying, please come” would have brought him to do what all the doctors could not, and heal all that was wrong with me.
But now, he was waiting for me, along with Mary, Martha and the neighbors I could hear wailing as the opening slowly widened under the muscles of the men shifting the rock from the exit of the tomb.
Oh Lord! Now that I
realize I’m alive again, and you are waiting for me to rejoin life outside the
tomb, can I take a few minutes to think about this? It was actually very restful to let go once I
knew I was really dying, to know that I could not do any more to comfort Mary,
or placate Martha, or even wait for you one more moment. Coming back to life is not something I’m
prepared for. Mary will weep, Martha
will scold and laugh, and how will the neighbors react to my coming back to
life? They have their doubts about you
anyway, you know, Jesus, and raising me from the dead is going to be hard for
all of us to come to terms with.
John 11:1-44
11 1-3 A man was
sick, Lazarus of Bethany, the town of Mary and her sister Martha. This was the
same Mary who massaged the Lord’s feet with aromatic oils and then wiped them
with her hair. It was her brother Lazarus who was sick. So the sisters sent
word to Jesus, “Master, the one you love so very much is sick.”
4 When
Jesus got the message, he said, “This sickness is not fatal. It will become an
occasion to show God’s glory by glorifying God’s Son.”
5-7 Jesus
loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus, but oddly, when he heard that Lazarus
was sick, he stayed on where he was for two more days. After the two days, he
said to his disciples, “Let’s go back to Judea.”
8 They
said, “Rabbi, you can’t do that. The Jews are out to kill you, and you’re going
back?”
9-10 Jesus
replied, “Are there not twelve hours of daylight? Anyone who walks in daylight
doesn’t stumble because there’s plenty of light from the sun. Walking at night,
he might very well stumble because he can’t see where he’s going.”
11 He said
these things, and then announced, “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep. I’m
going to wake him up.”
12-13 The
disciples said, “Master, if he’s gone to sleep, he’ll get a good rest and wake
up feeling fine.” Jesus was talking about death, while his disciples thought he
was talking about taking a nap.
14-15 Then
Jesus became explicit: “Lazarus died. And I am glad for your sakes that I
wasn’t there. You’re about to be given new grounds for believing. Now let’s go
to him.”
16 That’s
when Thomas, the one called the Twin, said to his companions, “Come along. We
might as well die with him.”
17-20 When Jesus
finally got there, he found Lazarus already four days dead. Bethany was near
Jerusalem, only a couple of miles away, and many of the Jews were visiting
Martha and Mary, sympathizing with them over their brother. Martha heard Jesus
was coming and went out to meet him. Mary remained in the house.
21-22 Martha
said, “Master, if you’d been here, my brother wouldn’t have died. Even now, I
know that whatever you ask God he will give you.”
23 Jesus
said, “Your brother will be raised up.”
24 Martha
replied, “I know that he will be raised up in the resurrection at the end of
time.”
25-26 “You
don’t have to wait for the End. I am, right now, Resurrection and Life. The one
who believes in me, even though he or she dies, will live. And everyone who
lives believing in me does not ultimately die at all. Do you believe this?”
27 “Yes,
Master. All along I have believed that you are the Messiah, the Son of God who
comes into the world.”
28 After
saying this, she went to her sister Mary and whispered in her ear, “The Teacher
is here and is asking for you.”
29-32 The
moment she heard that, she jumped up and ran out to him. Jesus had not yet
entered the town but was still at the place where Martha had met him. When her
sympathizing Jewish friends saw Mary run off, they followed her, thinking she
was on her way to the tomb to weep there. Mary came to where Jesus was waiting
and fell at his feet, saying, “Master, if only you had been here, my brother
would not have died.”
33-34 When
Jesus saw her sobbing and the Jews with her sobbing, a deep anger welled up
within him. He said, “Where did you put him?”
34-35 “Master,
come and see,” they said. Now Jesus wept.
36 The Jews
said, “Look how deeply he loved him.”
37 Others
among them said, “Well, if he loved him so much, why didn’t he do something to
keep him from dying? After all, he opened the eyes of a blind man.”
38-39 Then
Jesus, the anger again welling up within him, arrived at the tomb. It was a
simple cave in the hillside with a slab of stone laid against it. Jesus said,
“Remove the stone.”
The sister of the dead man, Martha, said,
“Master, by this time there’s a stench. He’s been dead four days!”
40 Jesus
looked her in the eye. “Didn’t I tell you that if you believed, you would see
the glory of God?”
41-42 Then, to
the others, “Go ahead, take away the stone.”
They removed the stone. Jesus raised his eyes
to heaven and prayed, “Father, I’m grateful that you have listened to me. I
know you always do listen, but on account of this crowd standing here I’ve spoken
so that they might believe that you sent me.”
43-44 Then he
shouted, “Lazarus, come out!” And he came out, a cadaver, wrapped from head to
toe, and with a kerchief over his face.
Jesus told them, “Unwrap him and let him
loose.”