Now a certain man was ill, Lazarus of Bethany, the village of Mary and her sister Martha. Mary was the one who anointed the Lord with perfume and wiped his feet with her hair; her brother Lazarus was ill. So the sisters sent a message to Jesus, “Lord, he whom you love is ill.” But when Jesus heard it, he said, “This illness does not lead to death; rather it is for God’s glory, so that the Son of God may be glorified through it.” Accordingly, though Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus, after having heard that Lazarus was ill, he stayed two days longer in the place where he was.
Then after this Jesus said to the disciples, “Let us go to Judea again.” The disciples said to him, “Rabbi, the Jews were just now trying to stone you, and are you going there again?” Jesus answered, “Are there not twelve hours of daylight? Those who walk during the day do not stumble, because they see the light of this world. But those who walk at night stumble, because the light is not in them.” After saying this, he told them, “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep, but I am going there to awaken him.” The disciples said to him, “Lord, if he has fallen asleep, he will be all right.” Jesus, however, had been speaking about his death, but they thought that he was referring merely to sleep. Then Jesus told them plainly, “Lazarus is dead. For your sake I am glad I was not there, so that you may believe. But let us go to him.” Thomas, who was called the Twin, said to his fellow disciples, “Let us also go, that we may die with him.”
So That You Might Believe
The word came, we did not move
although we thought for safety
he would not go down again to Judea
there were warrants and threats.
We believed that we were safe
here among good willed friends
yet our lives were always on edge
we were to return only to die.
We who had known miracles
could not imagine another
we who had our lives transformed
could not hope for resurrection.
our feet had walked with him
our lives intertwined, dependent
yet the fears and anxiety crept in
we were never sure of our belief.
So That You Might Believe
The word came, we did not move
although we thought for safety
he would not go down again to Judea
there were warrants and threats.
We believed that we were safe
here among good willed friends
yet our lives were always on edge
we were to return only to die.
We who had known miracles
could not imagine another
we who had our lives transformed
could not hope for resurrection.
our feet had walked with him
our lives intertwined, dependent
yet the fears and anxiety crept in
we were never sure of our belief.
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