The Death and Raising of Lazarus
Today, I hear the scraping of the stone and the grunts of those who are moving it. And I’m caught by that moment of tension and wonder between the tomb being opened and Lazarus coming out. What must it have been like to have been in that moment of expectation? I wonder if that’s not the space in which we live most of our lives, eager to see God move again.
Fill me with anticipation for what You want to do in my life, in my community, in this world. And make me ready to pull off the burial cloths when You raise the dead. Amen.