This is one of those events I want to see when I get to heaven. Meanwhile, all I can do is imagine.
Lazarus had been dead four days. His body had been anointed with spices and wrapped in grave clothes – as was the custom of the day. He was wrapped like a mummy. I envision the muffled cries of someone waking up unable to see or speak, “Mmmmph, mmmmmph!” Then the shuffling and grunts of Lazarus trying to move. I imagine him struggling to sit up, turn and discover the edge to a shelf on which he had been placed. He can’t walk like the mummy in the movies. His feet are wrapped together. He has to hop toward Jesus’ voice. Somewhere along the way, Jesus orders the bystanders to remove the clothes. Mary and Martha, no doubt, ran to do this.
I would like to see the faces of the people. I can just hear the collective inhalation of shock and awe. They saw Jesus’ power. He just spoke and Lazarus came to life again. He was not returned to his sickness, but completely revived and healed. To remove all doubt, Jesus told them to remove the grave clothes, which was partially a relief and partially an embarrassment for Lazarus (No one thought to bring a change of clothes for him). Jesus left no doubt He was God in the flesh.
Oh, the wonders in heaven!
“And when he thus had spoken, he cried with a loud voice, Lazarus, come forth. And he that was dead came forth, bound hand and foot with graveclothes: and his face was bound about with a napkin. Jesus saith unto them, Loose him, and let him go.” John 11:43-44.
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