Meditations on Death and Resurrection


rotten tomb cradles sleeping Lazarus –– God weeps

Bible story, told in 150 words:

The child on the bed is too still for sleep. “It happened this morning. He complained of a headache…” She stops, muffling her wail with calloused fingers. Elisha brushes past her gently and kneels by the boy. A moment later, he hears her shut the door. He touches the soft, small hand with his fingers. Cold. Elisha remembers to breathe again. He gets up and stretches his body over the boy’s. His large hands cover the cold ones and his face presses against the sleeping one. Eyes closed, Elisha breathes deeply, willing his life to permeate the child. He massages the once-ruddy cheeks, kisses the dusty blue lips. Warmth creeps in – or is he imagining? He stands, walks back and forth across the room, moaning a silent prayer. Stretching across the child again, he gently rubs the fragile eyelids, begging them to open. Suddenly, they do! Much to his surprise.

The words of Jesus, presented like a poem:

Listen & Live

I assure you that the time is coming, indeed it's here now, when the dead will hear my voice –– the voice of the Son of God. And those who listen will live. Don't be so surprised! Indeed, the time is coming when all the dead in their graves will hear the voice of God's Son, and they will rise again.

(John 5:24, 28-29)