John 11:1-45 - Lent 5
The Raising of Lazarus
The story for this week begins with a certain sense of urgency. It is easy to stand here now and talk about it with some sense of calm, but I can assure you that there was no calm for Martha and Mary. They were beginning to panic. Lazarus, their brother, was slipping fast. Indeed, it looked as though he would not make it.
Now, I want you to envision a person in your mind. I want a face to appear in your mind’s eye. Who would you turn to if you faced a serious crisis in your life? There are some people we would instinctively turn to in time of trouble. I want you to know that the person who came in Martha’s mind was Jesus. She sent an urgent message to him: “Lord, he whom you love is ill.” That is an interesting wording isn’t it. You see, love sees with special eyes. Mary was sure of one thing. That Jesus' love for his friend would compel him to come. This is the situation that John paints for us at Bethany. There is tension, there is fear, and there is a sense of anxiety. But, there is hope.
Now the scene shifts to the far side of the Jordan River. Jesus is there for a specific reason. He had been in Jerusalem and a very dangerous situation had developed for him. The Jewish authorities had become so enraged with his words that they had risen up against him and had even attempted to stone him to death. Indeed, John tells us that some stones were tossed. So he retired to an area where, we are told, John the Baptist had begun his ministry. Jesus is getting back to the roots of his calling. While there large crowds came to hear him.
Upon hearing the news of Lazarus’s illness, we expect Jesus to drop everything and come running, but alas, it does not happen. He is only about seventeen miles away. If he really pushed hard he could make it by late evening or by early the next morning. In one of the most bewildering scenes in all of scripture, however, Jesus did nothing for two entire days. Surly he must understand their anxiety. Surly he must be eager to help. But there it reads: “He remained two days in the place where he was.”
Why did this happen? I can only respond to that by saying: I do not know. When I read this story I want to know. Why did he delay? Surly there must be an answer to this. But read the commentaries of all of the great minds: Luther, Dodd, Calvin. None offer an answer. To this day it is still hard for me to accept not knowing why. How true were the words of the Apostle Paul when he wrote: In this life we look through a mirror dimly. If we had all the answers then we would not need faith, for faith picks up where sight leaves off. The Book of Hebrews reads: “Faith is the evidence of things not seen.” In my mind I understand that but I still cannot get out of my mind the thought of Martha looking down the road that first night waiting for Jesus to come. Every time she sees someone her hopes are lifted as she thinks: maybe that’s him. But God has his own schedule.