I probably would have been aggravated if I would have been Lazarus. C'mon... he was dead... he didn't have to "stress out" about life any more. He was somewhere in heaven at peace. And now, suddenly, he had to come back and do it again?
Evidently Lazarus wasn't finished. Sure, people marvel at the story. They mostly see the miracle of bringing the dead back to life. I don't mean to sound simplistic. It truly was a miracle. One we should marvel at. I'm more affected by what else Jesus was doing.
Yes, Jesus did bring life back into Lazarus... but to me, more importantly, he brought Lazarus back to his purpose in life. I think it would have been in vain if Jesus had only risen someone from the dead... don't you? Lazarus wasn't just brought back to life; he was brought back to his purpose in life!
It's kind of like what happens to us, sometimes. Somehow, we get lost in this world. Our minds become pre-occupied with everything that has to be done. Before you know it... we're numb. It's as if... well... it's as if we died. In today's world they would place a defibrillator on our chest and shock the fool out of us to restore a heartbeat.
Maybe our hearts don't actually stop beating, but metaphorically speaking, sometimes we need to be shocked back into reality and brought back to life.
God will send people your way to perform such a task. It seems then as the blood starts flowing, and our minds become clear, our focus returns. Sure, it may seem nice to zone out for a while, it beats being stressed all the time, but we've got to return to what it is we have to do in this life.
Clear... KAPOW!!! That was me shocking you back to life. Arise. Live. Your purpose is at hand.
Lazarus, come forth!
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