1 Nov 2015 John 11:32-44
Today’s gospel is sandwiched between Jesus’ escape from attempted stoning and arrest and the Chief Priest, Caiaphas, pronouncing that it was to their advantage that one man die for the people rather than the whole nation being destroyed.
I can imagine Jesus weighing the cost of the choices open to him when he received the news of Lazarus’ death. He was safe across the Jordan so he could grieve with his sisters and then go on his way – a good option since Lazarus was already dead. His other choice was to give life back to Lazarus, knowing that it would be that very act that would seal his own death.
The raising of Lazarus reminds us that life always comes at a cost. To bring life to others costs us something of our own life. What is the cost of standing in solidarity with the vulnerable and marginalized and speaking out for justice? What is the cost of leaving our sanctuary and taking our faith into our neighborhood? What is the cost of standing for what is right when our neighborhood is our city, our county, our state? To trust another costs us something of our independence and our right to question and accuse. What is the cost of accepting and affirming instead of questioning and accusing? The core question is how wiling we are to pay the price.