Mary and Martha were Lazarus’ sisters and all of them called Jesus their friend.  He’d been a guest in their home.  Mary couldn’t get enough of His words and Martha was more concerned that the house was in order and food prepared for the Master.

Don’t we all act that way at times?  We want to hear the Word.  We make preparations to do so and then something gets in the way.  Martha wanted so much to please Jesus, that her concerns were on earthly things, rather than the gift of His message. I think we have to cut Martha a little slack here, because it simply shows us that these women both had the same intentions, but their ways of expressing them were different.  Mary sat at Jesus’ feet and listened intently to the words as Martha slaved away in the kitchen.

As time went on and Jesus was moving from place to place, Lazarus became ill.  The sisters sent word to Jesus to come and do something to restore his health, but Jesus didn’t come immediately. He waited for two days.  He then told the disciples that Lazarus was asleep and He needed to return to waken him.  His men didn’t understand.   It was much too dangerous to return.  Jesus was a marked man in Judaea.

Now it was Martha’s turn to do the right thing. She ran to greet Jesus, when she heard He was on the way, and said to Him , “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died. She expressed her faith in what she knew God could do through His Son.

When they arrived at the tomb, Lazarus’ body had already begun to decompose.  Can you imagine? Here lay a man, dead for four days and Jesus went in and brought him back to life.  Every time I hear that part of the story, it makes my heart wonder how Lazarus felt.  He had experienced paradise and now Jesus was restoring him to life. What mixed emotions he must have had.

Jesus spoke in a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out.” The crowd was silent, but within seconds Lazarus walked out of the tomb, alive and well. No one had ever raised a dead person to life again, except for the prophet Elijah  It boggled the mind. You could hear the crowd come to life as well.  They couldn’t stop talking about the events of the day.  Many believed that Jesus indeed was the Son of God.  Some returned to tell the Pharisees what Jesus had done.  Word spread all over the country and undoubtedly Mary, the mother of Jesus also heard about this astounding miracle.  Her Son indeed was God’s Son as well.

From that day on, a plot was set in motion to get rid of this man who claimed to be the Messiah.




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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3 Responses to LAZARUS, MARY & MARTHA

  1. My aunt’s name you may remember was Martha—she always use to feel that she was the wasteful one—but if the truth be told, Martha was more than willing to always sit and listen—forget the cooking or tending…that would be julie 😉 HA!

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