When
he heard this, Jesus said, “This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for
God’s glory so that God’s Son may be glorified through it.”
Jesus
loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. Yet when he heard that Lazarus was
sick, he stayed where he was two more days.
Then
he said to his disciples, “Let us go back to Judea.”
“But
Rabbi,” they said, “a short while ago the Jews tried to stone you, and yet you
are going back there?”
Jesus
answered, “Are there not twelve hours of daylight? A man who walks by day will
not stumble, for he sees by this world’s light. It is when he walks by night
that he stumbles, for he has no light.”
After
he had said this, he went on to tell them, “Our friend Lazarus has fallen
asleep; but I am going there to wake him up.”
His
disciples replied, “Lord, if he sleeps, he will get better.” Jesus had been
speaking of his death, but his disciples thought he meant natural sleep.
So
then he told them plainly, “Lazarus is dead, and for your sake I am glad I was
not there, so that you may believe. But let us go to him.”
Then
Thomas (called Didymus) said to the rest of the disciples, “Let us also go,
that we may die with him.”
On
his arrival, Jesus found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb for four
days. Bethany was less than two miles from Jerusalem, and many Jews had come to
Martha and Mary to comfort them in the loss of their brother. When Martha heard
that Jesus was coming, she went out to meet him, but Mary stayed at home.
“Lord,”
Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died.
But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.”
Jesus
said to her, “Your brother will rise again.”
Martha
answered, “I know 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 will
live, even if he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do
you believe this?”
“Yes,
Lord,” she told him, “I believe that you are the Christ, the Son of God, who
was to come into the world.”
And
after she had said this, she went back and called her sister Mary aside. “The
Teacher is here,” she said, “and is asking for you.” When Mary heard this, she
got up quickly and went to him. Now Jesus had not yet entered the village, but
was still at the place where Martha had met him. When the Jews who had been
with Mary in the house, comforting her, noticed how quickly she got up and went
out, they followed her, supposing she was going to the tomb to mourn there.
When
Mary reached the place where Jesus was and saw him, she fell at his feet and
said, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.”
When
Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping,
he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. “Where have you laid him?” he
asked.
“Come
and see, Lord,” they replied.
Jesus
wept.
Then
the Jews said, “See how he loved him!”
But
some of them said, “Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept
this man from dying?”
Jesus,
once more deeply moved, came to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone laid
across the entrance. “Take away the stone,” he said.
“But,
Lord,” said Martha, the sister of the dead man, “by this time there is a bad
odor, for he has been there four days.”
Then
Jesus said, “Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory
of God?”
So
they took away the stone. Then Jesus looked up and said, “Father, I thank you
that you have heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I said this for the
benefit of the people standing here, that they may believe that you sent me.”
When
he had said this, Jesus called in a loud voice “Lazarus, come out!” The dead
man came out, his hands and feet wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth
around his face.
Jesus
said to them, “Take off the grave clothes and let him go.”
There
have been days where we both were too sick to get to a church, but today it is
all on me. I fell on Monday and my body is a mosaic of
green/blue/black/purple/yellow with a fair amount of pain.
This
is the second time I got out the one word prayer that saved me – “Jesus!” There
was not time – or need – for anything more. I came away beat up and bruised but
nothing broken and with a renewed thanksgiving for my God.
The
other time I remember using this prayer, I was stopped on a Parkway ramp
watching for a break in traffic when I saw a car bearing down on me in the
rearview mirror. There was no time to react and nowhere to go. As I invoked the
name of Jesus in prayer, the car swerved into the guard rail and passed by me,
removing most of the right side of the car in the process as he forced his way
into traffic and was gone, leaving me in my vehicle wrapped in God’s loving
arms.
Today
we listened to a message about Christ raising Lazarus from the tomb and it
spoke to me. I have and always will struggle with why God did not use me to
raise my son whole and healthy. I knew then I had Christ’s power to do it and I
know it now, but I knew he would not honor that prayer. I wasn’t so obedient
that I didn’t try anyhow, but I knew it was in vain. When I lay on hands in
prayer I don’t always know that God will bring the healing I look for, but
usually know when healing isn’t going to happen.
In
the story of Lazarus we ponder what the sisters were thinking while at their
brother’s tomb with Christ, that it could be worth all this pain for just a
glimpse of God’s glory. Christ wept because He felt their pain and their loss.
We
are called to know that He can, that sometimes He waits, and we must trust in
the meantime. Are we any different than Lazarus’ family, when God doesn’t meet
our expectations?
Had
we not stayed home today for the reason I’m sure Bob already mentioned, we
would not have heard this message. God uses every little thing in our lives to
guide us.
The
Andy Stanley message we listened to, entitled “When God is Late,” was based on
our question of “Why doesn’t God do something about that?” He explained there
can be many “thats” in our lives, and the question is universal. But what Jesus
did in the story of Lazarus was “create a ‘that,’ then did not do something
about ‘that’ in order for us to learn how to live with ‘that’ in the future.”
He created a new category of ‘thats’ that are for God’s glory.
Stanley
pointed out that every time we ask God “Why didn’t You come? You could have
stopped this,” Jesus’ answer would be that it was worth it for the glory we
will witness as a result. In our pain we must learn three things: that He can,
that He waits sometimes, and I can trust Him in the meantime. He has promised
that if we continue to believe, we will see God’s glory.
I
recall asking God more than once why He did not stop the accident that killed
our son, so I can surely relate to this question. God has been gracious to me
in my periods of questioning and unbelief, and instead of an answer has given
me more of Himself, and He promised that I will one day see His glory. All I can say is amen and hallelujah!
Holy Lord, we believe; forgive our unbelief. Help us to be strong as we put our worst days in Your hands. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
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