I can’t imagine how the disciples feel when they hear these words emanate from the Master’s lips. The words fall heavily on the ground like a tree falling under the weight of its own mass. “We have spotted some spots on the MRI.” “I’m afraid we have to let you go.” “Ma’am, we regret to inform you…” These moments of realization cannot be softened with words. Often the attempt to do so only heightens the agony.
The realization finally hits the disciples, who perhaps have been eagerly looking forward to seeing Lazarus and his sisters. Now he is dead. Thoughts begin to swirl in their minds. When did he die? How are we going to explain our delay? Now what? Why did we not go when he was alive? What’s the point of going now? The mood is dark as they continue somber journey over the dusty path to Bethany. Uneasy silence.
What do you do when the unthinkable happens? What do you say when faced with an unexpected loss? Hide? Flee? Withdraw? The developing scene seems to imply you keep walking. You do not shy away from humanity at its worst. Jesus does not miss a beat. There is no vacillation mixed in with his steely resolve. The disciples are wondering, “What now?” Jesus already knows what he has been called to do. Oh, that I would share in that certainty and confidence that comes with a seamless and solid connection between Father and Son.