John 11:43 ~
". . . with a loud voice, Lazarus come out!"
The Word declared a loud word and called the dead man forth and the dead man walking was dead no more. But, first . . .
She wept, this Mary, she wept for her lost brother. And fell at His feet, "Lord, if only You had been here . . ." if only . . . but alas it appeared He had delayed and death had prevailed. It appeared that Her Lord was too late . . . and she wept. (vs 32)
And so did her Lord, "Jesus, wept." (vs 35)
Jesus wept. Spirit groaned. Sighing Spirit.
He loved her, this one, He loved her and her broken alabaster jar. The one who had washed His feet now lay crumpled, sobbing at His feet.
And Jesus wept. And He groaned.
Death had been victorious, darkness had fallen or so it appeared . . .
And did He weep at their sorrow or maybe at their unbelief? (vs 11-15,23-25)
"Remove the stone."
"but my Lord, the stench, for he sleeps the dead man's rest for four days, too offensive the stench . . . " Martha cries. Martha, always practical, the sensible sister.
"Did I not tell you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God!" (vs40)
Have I not told you? You just must believe.
And stone is rolled back and we see the death, we see the darkness, if only He had not delayed . . .
Yet even after His supposed delay, He cries out in this way ~
"Lazarus, come forth!"
And the dead man came walking and dead man was dead no more!
"Loose him, and let him go." (vs 44) Let him go free.
And he was free, free indeed.
"Our ancient stories, memories of the past, they came and went entirely too fast!" some would say.
Ancient stories gone away? . . . or Truth that brings freedom this very day?!
For I hear it, I hear Him say,
"in death, you will no longer lay!
Rise out of darkness this very day!"
He cries out in a loud voice, "Come out of darkness, come out of death! Arise, you sleeper souls, arise! Loose them, loose them, I say!"
Loose them from what?
Well certainly, burial clothes have bondaged them up.
Burial clothes today? No, I am wrapped in the Gap this day.
Burial clothes of our day would more rightly be displayed this way ~
greed, materialism, lust, gluttony, drunk on wine rather then the Vine, pornography, did I mention greed? Well, you know the drill, we are always certain it is a "need." And the laundry list of addictions, sin, iniquity and burial clothes that wrap our very days in darkness is far too long to write.
But burial clothes? Yes, indeed.
But, Jesus wept and then He called him out of death.
He wept and He called. And He weeps and He calls.
And Jesus cries forth in a loud voice today, He calls you forth out of darkness and death and, "loose them!" He says.
We sleeper souls here the cry
and burial clothes we leave them to lie,
For we heard His gentle sigh,
followed by His mighty cry,
"Come forth, that your soul may never die!"
What burial clothes bind you? What has you bound hand and foot? (vs 44)
He is the same yesterday and today and He called dead man forth that day and He cries out to you this day.
Come forth. Run forth. Race forth. Come forth.
". . . with a loud voice, Lazarus come out!"
The Word declared a loud word and called the dead man forth and the dead man walking was dead no more. But, first . . .
She wept, this Mary, she wept for her lost brother. And fell at His feet, "Lord, if only You had been here . . ." if only . . . but alas it appeared He had delayed and death had prevailed. It appeared that Her Lord was too late . . . and she wept. (vs 32)
And so did her Lord, "Jesus, wept." (vs 35)
Jesus wept. Spirit groaned. Sighing Spirit.
He loved her, this one, He loved her and her broken alabaster jar. The one who had washed His feet now lay crumpled, sobbing at His feet.
And Jesus wept. And He groaned.
Death had been victorious, darkness had fallen or so it appeared . . .
And did He weep at their sorrow or maybe at their unbelief? (vs 11-15,23-25)
"Remove the stone."
"but my Lord, the stench, for he sleeps the dead man's rest for four days, too offensive the stench . . . " Martha cries. Martha, always practical, the sensible sister.
"Did I not tell you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God!" (vs40)
Have I not told you? You just must believe.
And stone is rolled back and we see the death, we see the darkness, if only He had not delayed . . .
Yet even after His supposed delay, He cries out in this way ~
"Lazarus, come forth!"
And the dead man came walking and dead man was dead no more!
"Loose him, and let him go." (vs 44) Let him go free.
And he was free, free indeed.
"Our ancient stories, memories of the past, they came and went entirely too fast!" some would say.
Ancient stories gone away? . . . or Truth that brings freedom this very day?!
For I hear it, I hear Him say,
"in death, you will no longer lay!
Rise out of darkness this very day!"
He cries out in a loud voice, "Come out of darkness, come out of death! Arise, you sleeper souls, arise! Loose them, loose them, I say!"
Loose them from what?
Well certainly, burial clothes have bondaged them up.
Burial clothes today? No, I am wrapped in the Gap this day.
Burial clothes of our day would more rightly be displayed this way ~
greed, materialism, lust, gluttony, drunk on wine rather then the Vine, pornography, did I mention greed? Well, you know the drill, we are always certain it is a "need." And the laundry list of addictions, sin, iniquity and burial clothes that wrap our very days in darkness is far too long to write.
But burial clothes? Yes, indeed.
But, Jesus wept and then He called him out of death.
He wept and He called. And He weeps and He calls.
And Jesus cries forth in a loud voice today, He calls you forth out of darkness and death and, "loose them!" He says.
We sleeper souls here the cry
and burial clothes we leave them to lie,
For we heard His gentle sigh,
followed by His mighty cry,
"Come forth, that your soul may never die!"
What burial clothes bind you? What has you bound hand and foot? (vs 44)
He is the same yesterday and today and He called dead man forth that day and He cries out to you this day.
Come forth. Run forth. Race forth. Come forth.
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