My Friend Lazarus
Jesus Wept - James Tissot I had come to comfort the sisters. Their brother had succumbed to a brief illness and they were very distraught. I had not seen any of the siblings in a number of years. We grew up together. At one time, their brother, Lazarus, and I were good friends. But growing up into adulthood put distance between us. I must confess, I didn't make any effort to take the two day journey, from my home to theirs, while Lazarus was still alive. In my guilt, I took care of pressing business and set off for Bethany after Lazarus had passed. I arrived on the morning of the fourth day and went directly to the tomb. I was fairly certain both sisters had been there before my arrival, along with some other close family members and friends. I wasn't sure if I wanted to face them just yet. I knew most of those friends had probably paid a visit to Lazarus during his sickness. I felt another wave of remorse for not having ...