His sisters sent unto him, saying, Lord, behold, he whom thou lovest is sick.
These were his brother-sister-soul of his soul-friends.The kind of friends who’ve held his beating heart while he poured out tears of frustration and anger.
If a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because there is no light in him.
And now his brother-friend is dead.
He looks around dully. Not sure what to look at. Or what to say.
And after that he saith unto them, Our friend Lazarus sleepeth; but I go, that I may awake him out of sleep.
He feels the force of it coursing within him again. That echoing call with its reverberations of thunder. He remembers that voice from the desert. He that is what he is. And he wonders.
Then said Martha unto Jesus, Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died.
He trembles again. Faith emblazoned on a broken heart.
Thy brother shall rise again.
And he hates himself for it. The trite answer. The empty platitude.
I know that he shall rise again in the resurrection at the last day.
He closes his eyes and tries to remember. Is that voice that called him still present? Still with him? And then the words rush out like water breaking a dam:
I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
And he adds:
Believest thou this?
Which is not just for her, but for himself.
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And time stood still. And then Death started to work backwards.
He cried with a loud voice, Lazarus, come forth. And he that was dead came forth. Loose him, and let him go.
Against the darkness Love has spoken. And he that believes, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
P.S. Check out John 11 for the original