Lazarus

No amount of heat blazing off the hot desert sun could stop him from racing with his message. Perhaps not the youth he once was, but still a man of compassion and always full of eagerness to help. This was going to be a difficult message to bring, it wasn’t one of happiness, one of joy, but one of grief and full of fear. Mary had seemed sure the messenger would not be needed, but Martha insisted. When the man got to the clearing where the rabbi sat among his friends, he was both weary and relived.

“I need to see Jesus!” the man exclaimed. “Yes my dear boy, as do all of us. But come I will take you to the Master.” Philip one of the twelve disciples brought the exhausted fellow to deliver his message to Jesus. “Lord, Lord. Master. “ The servant paused for breath. “Martha and Mary the sisters of Lazarus of Bethany have sent me. Saying to me, Lord, the one whom you love is sick.”

Jesus stood up among the disciples, they too broke from their casual relaxation to see what their Master was going to say. He said, “This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God may be glorified through it.”

The servant seemed surprised by the response of Jesus. It appeared as usual Jesus spoke with certainty, as if he knew every word he ever spoke was true and would come to pass. It calmed his own racing heart, still beating rapidly from his journey.

As the hour was already late the servant understood why Jesus did not seem quick to get everyone moving toward Bethany. Certainty it would be best to travel at an early start with a full day ahead. But when the Master returned to the camp after his morning prayer, rather than preparing a departure speech, he began to preach. All day the messages coming from Jesus were honey to his soul, water to his parched throat. Still the young man could not stop thinking of Mary and Martha, what of the sisters.

Lazarus was indeed a man Jesus loved, Mary and Martha as well. He stayed in their home with his disciples as often as he was in Bethany. It was just a short trip to Jerusalem from their which made it easier to attend festivals and speak in the Temple. It was bothering the young man still. Why wait? If your loved ones are sick, shouldn’t you rush to their side? Still Jesus waited two whole days. Finally he turned to the disciples. “Let us go to Judea again.” Peter stunned by the announcement responded, “Teacher, the Jews have made it public knowledge of their desire to stone you. And you want go back there?” Jesus answered, “Are there not twelve hours in the day? If anyone walks in the day, he does not stumble, because he sees the light of this world. But if one walks in the night, he stumbles, because the light is not in him.” Looking around at the faces of those whom he loved, he said, “Our friend Lazarus sleeps, but I go that I may wake him up.” Andrew said, “Lord, if he sleeps he will get well.” The mood on Jesus’ face changed. It became a determination mixed with sadness. Jesus turned his face toward Bethany and with a heavy heart told them plainly, “Lazarus is dead. And I am glad for your sakes that I was not there, that you may believe. Nevertheless let us go to him.” Then Thomas, who is called the Twin, said to his fellow disciples, “Let us also go, that we may die with Him.” They each packed up what little they had, knowing walking into Judea was dangerous for all of them.

Jesus sent the messenger ahead to let Martha know they were coming. Mary had shut herself in the house and remained. As he and the disciples arrived outside of town, Martha came out to meet him. With tears in her eyes she through her arms around Jesus and buried her face in his shoulder. “Rabbi…Rabbi…” was all she could say. The disciples all felt deep sadness. Lazarus was a great friend, one of those who you always enjoyed being in their company. It was difficult now, for even while they mourned the enemies of Jesus were watching closely every move he made.

Martha began to collect herself enough to speak. Jesus met her eyes and spoke quietly over her. Martha said to Jesus, “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that whatever You ask of God, God will give You.” Her longing eyes remained in his and then drifted off to a distant cloud. Her mind was reflecting back to last time Jesus visited her home.

Jesus and the disciples had been traveling around from village to village talking about the Kingdom of Heaven and teaching various parables. It was during this time, being weary from his journey, he and the twelve stayed with Martha and her family. As soon as she heard Jesus was staying he quickly prepared a large meal for the thirteen hungry travelers along to enjoy. Lazarus always laughed she carried about with her recipes and orders to the servants. Her sister Mary, remained sitting at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. She had been so distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. Finally out of not so very humble tiredness she came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered full of compassion in his eyes, “you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

Now it was in this moment, after her brother had been in the tomb for four days, she felt like there was nothing more she could do. Martha was always so quick to be the busy hard working woman in the home, always picking up after her brother and sister; now she could do nothing. Nothing but listen. There was nothing else but to trust in her Lord. She didn’t need a parable or teaching, she was living right in the middle of one.
From the wilds of her weary heart Jesus brought her back to present saying, “Your brother will rise again.”

Martha said to Him, “I know that he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.” Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?” She said to Him, “Yes, Lord, I believe that You are the Christ, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.”

Peter, Philip, and the other disciples and servants all listened quietly far enough to give them space but close enough to hear the powerful words. Martha left and returned to the house to find Mary. She did not know why Mary had not come out of the house to greet Jesus, surely she knew He had come. She find her sister knelling by her bed.

“The Teacher has come and is calling for you.”Mary hearing the words of her sister rose quickly to find Jesus. Many of the women who were mourning with Mary saw her leave the house and followed assuming she was heading to the tomb. Mary ran through the streets of Bethany out the gate and found the place where Jesus and the disciples were gathered. She didn’t stop running until she fell at his feet weeping. She grabbed hold of the ground and cried out, “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died.” Jesus gently gathered her up into his arms being troubled in spirit. “Where have you laid him?” The servants who followed Mary said to Him, “Lord, come and see.”

Jesus wept.

Then the Jews said, “See how He loved him!” And some of them said, “Could not this Man, who opened the eyes of the blind, also have kept this man from dying?”

Jesus arrived at the place where the body of Lazarus was buried. It was common for many of the higher class in those days to have tombs made from a cave and a large stone laid upon the opening. Many countrymen, leaders from Jerusalem, and disciples of Jesus were gathered together. Jesus groaned when He approached the tomb. Jesus said, “Take away the stone.” Martha, the sister of him who was dead, said to Him, “Lord, by this time there is a stench, for he has been dead four days.” Jesus said to her, “Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?” Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead man was lying. And Jesus lifted up His eyes and said, “Father, I thank You that You have heard Me. And I know that You always hear Me, but because of the people who are standing by I said this, that they may believe that You sent Me.” Now when He had said these things, He cried with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come forth!”

Silence for a moment fell among all who were watching. Did they hear Jesus correctly? Did this teacher from Nazareth just cry out for the rising of the dead? In the next moment it was not the stench of death filling the air but the gasps of amazement. For out of the tomb bound hand and foot with graveclothes walked Lazarus, and his face was wrapped with a cloth. The man who had been dead for four days was now alive. The Lord Jesus had risen this man from the dead.

Jesus looking at the people standing around said to them, “Loose him, and let him go.” Martha and Mary joined their brother in cheers and tears of celebration. The Lord Jesus is the author if life, and has power over death. This same thing which made them glad, also troubled the religious leadership greatly. They feared a man who could raise the dead. How could such a man ever be defeated.

--- Many of the Jews who had come to Mary, and had seen the things Jesus did, believed in Him. But some of them went away to the Pharisees and told them the things Jesus did. Then the chief priests and the Pharisees gathered a council and said, “What shall we do? For this Man works many signs. If we let Him alone like this, everyone will believe in Him, and the Romans will come and take away both our place and nation.” And one of them, Caiaphas, being high priest that year, said to them, “You know nothing at all, nor do you consider that it is expedient for us that one man should die for the people, and not that the whole nation should perish.” Now this he did not say on his own authority; but being high priest that year he prophesied that Jesus would die for the nation, and not for that nation only, but also that He would gather together in one the children of God who were scattered abroad. Then, from that day on, they plotted to put Him to death. Therefore Jesus no longer walked openly among the Jews, but went from there into the country near the wilderness, to a city called Ephraim, and there remained with His disciples.

And the Passover of the Jews was near, and many went from the country up to Jerusalem before the Passover, to purify themselves. Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him. Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.

But one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, who was later to betray him, objected, “Why wasn’t this perfume sold and the money given to the poor? It was worth a year’s wages.” He did not say this because he cared about the poor but because he was a thief; as keeper of the money bag, he used to help himself to what was put into it.

“Leave her alone,” Jesus replied. “It was intended that she should save this perfume for the day of my burial. You will always have the poor among you, but you will not always have me.”

Meanwhile a large crowd of Jews found out that Jesus was there and came, not only because of him but also to see Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead. So the chief priests made plans to kill Lazarus as well, for on account of him many of the Jews were going over to Jesus and believing in him.

(as told by David Bowlby)