Something’s changed. “I thought I was dead,” Lazarus said.
And through the rock, I heard the of famous of voices.
“Lazarus, Lazarus, come out!”
Lazarus is bounded up.
But the voice said, “Come out!” and Lazarus stands to his feet. And he said, “I heard my saviour, I will come out.”
If my Saviour knocks on the door, then who am I to say death has me bound? Then who am I to say these bandages around me have me bound?
Cos I’m coming out! When I choose to respond to Jesus.
The scent of death is in the air, but suddenly, Lazarus emerges. What was dead, is now alive.
And the crowd begin to cheer and praise Jesus for His glory, for His honour, for His healing, for His abilities.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Lazarus raised from death
Posted by wanzi at 11:11 PM