Posted by: Postordinandy | February 19, 2014

John 11 (pt 4)

Lazarus, come out!

A muffled sound at first,

Unidentified tones, as if heard underwater,

As I struggle to remember how to think.


Lazarus, come out!

Light emerging from darkness,

Eyes that have not seen for days,

Protected by gauze and a shady cave.


Lazarus, come out!

What is that smell?

It smells like something has died,



Lazarus, come out!

Muscles tensing as blood once again flows,

The stiffness of death giving way to the soreness of life,

Bound in grave-clothes no longer needed.


Lazarus, come out!

The decision still mine:

To stay in the cold safety of the grave’s embrace.

Or to re-emerge, blinking, into life’s journey.


“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 odour, for he has been there four days.” Then Jesus said, “Did I not tell you that if you believe, you will 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.”” [John 11:38-44]


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