My Soul in the Town of Bethany
Like Lazarus, so my soul.
Sick, dying, in need of Jesus.
“Jesus, come quickly! My heart is wasting away. You can heal it!”
Death comes quickly.
Where were you Jesus? Why didn’t you come?
One day…two days…three days…
It feels like months.
Darkness is ruling and reigning.
Alone. Afraid. The smell of death all around.
My heart in a tomb.
“Don’t open that up, Jesus. It stinks too bad.” Others say as he comes for me.
“Roll away the stone!”
But Jesus…it’s been dead too long…
I said Roll it away!”
“Awake O sleeper, rise from the dead! Arise!
Come out! Rise out of the ashes of mediocrity. Rise out of the bed of laziness. Arise from the depths of insecurity. Rise up and live! Come out!
Death may look like it has won, but you serve a God of resurrection!
Arise O heart…arise O passion. Arise O courage. Come out from the grave. Lift up your eyes. Set your heart on Me. I am your strength and your shield. Your fortress and your deliverer. I am your life and resurrection. Come out!
Arise and be an influence. Arise and spark a movement. Arise and follow me and I will make you a fisher of men.
You will live again. Come out!”
“Unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it cannot bear fruit.”
And so my soul.