Martha said to Jesus, “Lord, if only you had been here, my brother
would not have died.
When Mary arrived and
saw Jesus, she fell at his feet and said, “Lord, if only you had been here, my
brother would not have died.” John
11:21, 32
Martha and Mary’s grief went beyond the loss of their
beloved brother. They must have been
feeling like Jesus had let them down.
They thought that they had been close with Jesus, and that their brother
Lazarus was special to Him. So they had expected
that when He heard that His friend was ill, that Jesus would come to heal
him. And yet, when they needed Him most,
Jesus had not been there for them.
Though He had healed many other people, He had just let Lazarus
die. The sisters had to be feeling
confused and hurt.
You and I have the advantage of knowing how this story turns
out. We can see that this was all for
God’s glory, but in the midst of their grief, Mary and Martha probably couldn’t
see past the circumstances at hand.
And this is something I can relate to these days…
Since invisibility requires a certain degree of
transparency, I have a confession for you today: I’m struggling. Most of you who have followed my writings are
aware of the somewhat unconventional lifestyle I have lived over the course of
the past twelve years. From a small
motor home, to a larger, but still compact, portable home, I have not had the
opportunity to live the “white picket fence” American Dream. I have been (mostly) okay with this,
understanding the blessing of being involved in ministry with my family. But I guess I always had this expectation that
someday that would change… that there would come a time when the Lord would
settle our family in to a more “traditional” way of living. So, naturally, as we prepared to make a life
change: my son moving on to college and new ministry opportunities, my husband
returning to college and pursuing a long-time dream - I believed that time was
coming. For many years, it has been my
daughter’s dream to live in a real house and have a real room, settle into a
real youth group (as just another teenager and not the freaky girl who lives in
the bus) and make some friends she could see more than once a year. My dream was to help make these things happen
for my family. Of course the Lord would
be working out the details and everything would fall into place and life would
be wonderful. After all, I had put aside
“everything” for the past twelve years for the sake of following His call. I envisioned the great job He would provide
so that I could support Jeff in his schooling, Nate in his schooling and
ministry, and provide that home without wheels where we could have a happy
life. There would even be enough for
Mill to ride horses! We’d finally have
income and insurance and all those things we “sacrificed” all those years…
Or apparently not!
The job search which began months before the transition continued for
months after the transition, and has produced only part-time work that can’t
really support ministry, school, or life.
There is no insurance, but plenty of need for it. And we are still the freaks that live in the
bus – only now we are freaks because we are young (under 55) and have a big dog
in a trailer park full of retirees with toy dogs!
Martha was familiar with the miracle-working God. He was her friend, so when she needed a
miracle, naturally Martha called Jesus.
She knew that her Lord could do something about her problem in the
earthly realm, but in light of her brother’s death, she didn’t seem convinced that
He would. She concluded that when Jesus
said Lazarus would rise, that He was speaking of eternity – and she was okay
with that, though it was not what she really wanted.
Now I find myself wanting to say, like Mary and Martha, “Lord,
if only you had been here…”
Maybe this is where you find yourself today as well –
waiting on Jesus to show up and do what you know He can do. Maybe, like me, you’ve been asking for a long
time – you didn’t wait until the last minute to cry out for help – and you’re
wondering what’s taking Him so long…
Mary and Martha had asked Jesus to come while Lazarus was
still alive, but Jesus didn’t even think about coming until two days
later. By the time He finally got there,
Lazarus had been dead four days!
I guess what it really boils down to is this: when I sing, “Take
my life and let it be all for You and for Your glory,” what do I really mean? If it is for His glory that I be ‘four days
dead,’ am I prepared to be, in fact, four days dead? Or, have I been like the onlookers at Lazarus’s
tomb who questioned Jesus and His motives (But some said, “This man
healed a blind man. Couldn’t he have kept Lazarus from dying?” John 11:37)?
Tonight, it is not, ‘Just
a thought..,’ – it is more of a prayer:
Lord, help me to face
what is to come – whatever it may look like.
I give You my dreams and my preconceived notions of what I thought You would
do. Whatever brings You the most glory,
please grant me the strength and courage to face it.
Jesus responded, “Didn’t I tell you that you would see
God’s glory if you believe?” John 11:40