The Gospel reading for today was John 11 – the raising of Lazarus, a passage I referred to in a post a couple of days ago. This is a passage I’ve prayed with on any number of occasions. Yet something new almost always strikes me. Although often my focus is on the exchange between Jesus and Martha (and Martha’s affirmation of her belief in the resurrection), sometimes I never get to that point. One morning, my whole prayer revolved around the second sentence: “…Lazarus who was ill.”
This morning one of the things that struck me with extreme force was Thomas’ statement to his fellow disciples, “Let us also go to die with him.” Thomas, the one we call Doubting, because of his statement that he would not believe until he stuck his finger in Christ’s wounds. Thomas has the faith, and the love, to say – perhaps with some resignation – “if he is going to die, let’s go off and die with him.”
I think we’d all like to think we would have been first in line pushing toward Judea, despite the fear that death would be waiting there. But would we? Would I?