It’s the end of the story – the part we usually skip to. How many times have I summarized John 11 in my mind – “Lazarus dies, but Jesus brought him back to life.” Oh, yeah, and in between Jesus cried.
The story in a nutshell.
I don’t take the time to sit in the disappointment of Jesus not showing up in time.
To question, with Martha, the strangeness of Jesus’ instructions.
Or to watch with disbelief what happens when Jesus calls you by name.
Lazarus, come out!, Jesus shouts into the dark cave.
And Lazarus came out.
The impossible became real.
The unbelievable tangible.
The dead come to life.
Life Calls Your Name
You can’t stay dead when Life calls your name.
Do you hear it?
He’s calling your name.
He’s breathing life into dead places.
He’s resurrecting you.
He’s resurrecting me.
Even before Lazarus came out, Jesus told Martha & Mary:
I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this? (John 11:25-26).
Crazy words. Impossible words, especially spoken at the tomb of one who had believed.
Yet true words. Impossibly true.
Jesus resurrects. Not just one day, but every day. He gives life. Not just a heaven-hope, but a daily reality. Death and life are topsy-turvy in his kingdom. Dead dreams become reality. Living pain begins to die.
Jesus is standing tomb-side at my life. I can’t say what’s in the tomb in your life. I’m not even sure I know what I’m facing in my own. But I hear Jesus saying, oh so clearly,
I am the resurrection and the life… Do you believe this?
And though I’m confused, though I’m apprehensive, though I can’t even imagine what he’s about to do, I, like Martha, say
And hold my breath as he stands before that cave…
And Life calls me by name.
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