Reflecting on Mary and her
brother sick, then dead.
also on her Teacher, a would-be-healer, late.
4 long days late.
She had thought for sure He would…
…was she wrong about him?
“If you would have been here, he wouldn’t have died!” she wept at His feet.
That must have seemed a definitive end:
a brother’s death and a dethroned would-be-healer.
But, today, that same Mary,
in the midst of a throng of witnesses who died but now are alive,
says, “I was wrong about Him!”
He is more than a healer; more than a teacher.
“You are the resurrection and the life!” she worships at His feet.
If it’s four days, four years, or until the Second Coming, may we always, always hold out for the resurrection and the life.
(No, not just “hold out”.
That’s not what I wanted to write.)
…may we always, always run to, hold, pursue, question, worship, and learn from the Resurrection and the Life.
Jesus said unto her, “I am the resurrection and the life…”