Showing posts with label John 11. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John 11. Show all posts

Sunday, July 27, 2025

Do good, be punished


After John 11
 

He had turned water

into wine, he had fed

5,000, he had calmed

storms, he had healed

lepers. He had saved

children, and now he

raised a man from

the dead. This was

too much; they feared

this miracle worker,

this rabble rouser;

they feared he would

become so strong that

he would attract the eyes

of the overlords, that

this man threatened 

everything they were,

everything they had.

The decision: he must

die for the good of all.

Better one man die

than the whole nation

perish.

 

Photograph by Ashkan Forouzani via Unsplash. Used with permission.


Some Sunday Readings

 

To Translate the Ocean – SDG Morgan at Bandersnatch Books.

 

Grief and lament in Texas: Weeping with hope – Melissa Bondurant at CDM Women’s Ministry.

 

Don’t overlook Sunday – Stephen Kneale at Building Jerusalem.

 

A Matter of Politics? – Jean Danielou at The Imaginative Conservative.

Sunday, July 20, 2025

A death in the family


After John 11
 

Hearing his friend is ill, 

he does nothing, but

waits, surprising them all.

When he does come,

finally, the friend is

dead, four days dead and

in the tomb. Too late,

far too late, to heal.

The crowd follows as

he goes to the tomb;

the sister implies he

failed them all by 

waiting, that he could

have saved her brother,

his friend, because

nothing could be done

after death. Deeply moved,

he tells them to open

the tomb. He calls the man’s

name; the dead man rises

and walks, fully alive. 

We who are dead

hear our name called,

and we walk, 

fully alive.

 

Photograph by Wiki Sinaloa via Unsplash. Used with permission.


Some Sunday Readings

 

Reaching Outsiders with Our Words – Warren Peel at Gentle Reformation.

 

Two Ways to Gauge Contemporary Issues in Theology – Daniel DeWitt at TheoLatte.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Lazarus time 3


After John 11

The waiting is for naught,
for nothing; he dies, his body
placed within the cave.
Then the healing comes,
too late, trailed by despair
greeting despair. With
simple words the healing
speaks, words of life,
spilling from lips of life,
falling on death and
consuming it.

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Painting: The Resurrection of Lazarus, watercolor over graphite on paper by James Tissot (circe 1886-1894); Brooklyn Art Museum.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Lazarus time 2


After John 11

It isn’t the timing,
it isn’t the healing,
this Lazarus time
when we wait
when we endure.
The waiting is the plan,
a part of what is
greater, what is
larger, what we do not
understand, It lies
beyond us, this answer,
this knowledge, and we
rage in frustration
at this waiting that
tempts the impulse
within us, not outside us.

Related: Lazarus time.


Painting: The Raising of Lazarus, oil on canvas by Vincent Van Gogh (1890); Van Gugh Museum, Amsterdam.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Lazarus time


After John 11

We wait for the healing
from this sickness;
the healing does not come.
Sickness, terminal, but
it can be healed,
we know. We do not
know why the healing
waits, why it does not come.
It is cruel, seems cruel,
is cruel,
this waiting, this cruelty
we impose on ourselves.


Illustration: Early Christian depiction of the raising of Lazarus.