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.