On his arrival, Jesus found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb for four days. Now Bethany was less than two miles from Jerusalem, and many Jews had come to Martha and Mary to comfort them in the loss of their brother. When Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she went out to meet him, but Mary stayed at home.
“Lord,” Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.”
Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.”
Martha answered, “I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.”
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?”
“Yes, Lord,” she replied, “I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.” John 11: 17-27.
“Yes, Lord,” she replied, “I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.”
Yes, Lord, I believe.
Much of my prayers this week have been wordless.
I sit at Your feet, resting my head in Your lap.
Just You and me, being together.
Most mornings, I yak and hog most of the conversation, Lord.
I present my litany of requests and with more than a little self-righteousness, name others who need Your wisdom and healing.
But this week, we just sat together and enjoy the silence.
I only could murmur, “Yes Lord, I believe.”
I thank You that You listen when I talk too much.
I am grateful that Your patience exceeds my whiny requests.
But words disappear when I ponder Who You really are and what You did for all of us.
My only words:
Yes Lord, I do believe that You are the Messiah, the Son of God.