The story of Lazarus being brought back to life stunned me in the small group discussion. I’ve heard it so many times before but not the same as I heard it earlier with collective thoughts.
It was very special to me how Jesus, after being under the threat of stoning [to death] still went ahead to visit his dead friend whom he loved. All over the passage (John 11) was His love written for him. How he defied the impending danger, how he wept—not cried—for Lazarus’ death. His love for the sisters, and how the whole thing moved him to bring him back to life.
It was such Irony that in the height of His popularity in healing, Lazarus, a very close friend, died. It doesn’t make sense. Jesus chose to stay two more days before going to the rescue, plus travel time. He ended up visiting Lazarus’ cold corpse instead of the ill one that only asked to be healed.
I can relate to the doubt Martha had—If only You were here earlier, Lord!
I get her. I’m no stranger to such questions: why did that have to happen? You’re sovereign!
And up to now I don’t have the specific answers.
What assures me is that I know that His plans are far greater than any of us will ever have, that He is in control, and that He is good. For most of this life, there are things that just doesn’t make sense. But just like in this story, it all comes to the bigger picture where the story concludes to the glory of God.
'Cause I sleep where I wanna if I sleep at all.
Oh, got me again, Brooke.