We just studied the raising of Lazarus in BSF and I have been thinking a lot about those four days Lazarus was dead. Not wondering where his consciousness was all that time, or how he felt at being called abruptly back to earth. There is no knowing that til heaven, but I plan to attend that seminar. My thoughts have been with his sisters and the other mourners. How bleak those four days must have been. It looked like Jesus didn't care, like God was doing nothing at all, like hope was dead. But all the while Jesus was waiting for his Father's timing. And, in the end, the miraculous raising was all the more glorious because of those four days.
So, in my rush to see my prayers answered, I may be trying to rob both myself and God of greater glory. Not to mention robbing myself of the peace I could have by trusting God while I wait for His answer. I will try to remember, when my prayers seem to have fallen into dead space, that I might just be in the four days phase.
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