No one asks Lazarus if he wants to be resurrected.
That’s the part that fascinates me about our gospel story today.
No one asks if he wants to return to a broken and hurting body, the tangled relationships that all human beings have, the responsibilities of his finances and his job and his family.
He was a good man. No doubt he had gone straight to the bliss of union with God the Father.
What a terrifying and awful feeling, to be yanked back down to Earth with such suddenness.
Many people who have near death experiences return to life with a new sense of purpose, with joy and awe at the knowledge that there truly is something in the beyond and it is so beautiful and loving.
But for everyone who returns with joy and purpose, there is someone else who returns with a profound sense of despair and rejection.
I saw God, they say.
I saw God and felt God’s love and experienced heaven’s peace, and God threw me back.
God didn’t want me.
God saw fit to return me to this petty human life in this small, limited human body.
How could God do that?
I wonder which group Lazarus was in. Continue reading