He was dead for four days. He was gone for four days. There were mourners, onlookers, bystanders, sojourners in city of Bethany for those four days – at the home of Mary and Martha. There was really nothing much to hope for. Lazarus was dead.
He was strapped with linen garments; burial clothes strapped around his face and body. He was already decaying. His body was smelling.
The tomb was full of an unpleasant odor. Even Martha did not want the stone rolled away. She was sure of her brother’s death.
“Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died.” Mary sobbed her heart out at the feet of Jesus! John 11:32
Her grieving was understandable. The sting of death is always hard to bear. She, like many of us, did not comprehend His power over death. The power of Christ over death.
The Jews murmured in low tones. Hurdled in small groups, they kept saying “Could not this Man, who opened the blind man’s eyes, have kept this man from dying?” John 11:37
The Lion of the Tribe of Judah, The Resurrection and the Life was standing in their midst, facing death head on, yet they held onto their grief and sorrow more than they clung onto the words of hope from Christ the Savior.
So Jesus, again deeply moved within [to the point of anger], approached the tomb. It was a cave, and a boulder was lying against it [to cover the entrance]. John 11:38
There was the Messiah facing the tomb.
Tombs were not just little holes dug in to bury the dead. They were large sepulcher, dark, cold, and quiet guarded by huge boulders.
The tomb spoke of death miles away without necessarily seeing it.
As frightening and intimidating as it was to many, nothing compared to how death was distraught coming face to face with the King of Kings and Lord of Lords!
Death dreaded Christ.
Death took a humble bow!
Death could not contain the weight of His holiness.
Death could not hold the weight of His power.
Death could not fight against the Lord of war.
Nothing could chain Lazarus! The Creator of all, stood unwavering and commanded Lazarus out of the tomb!
He shouted with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” John 11:43
Lazarus walked out of the tomb. Death could not hold him captive. He was once again alive. Quickened by the power of Holy spirit, Lazarus’s body was breathing again.
As I ponder about the resurrection power of Christ, I can’t help but wonder how I sometimes and most times cave in under the pressure of the world. I rate off my circumstances, wrap them up in burial clothes and bury them in the tomb.
“It’s over”, I say, perplexed by the complexities of life. Even after receiving His word, I still doubt just like Mary. I doubt His provision power. I doubt his healing power. I doubt His power to fight my battles. I doubt His power to forgive me completely. I move around hopelessly fretting at every little thing, yet He’s the Lord over the tomb!
He is the Lord who resurrects the dead-literally, and resurrects any other dead circumstance.
He’s the Lord who calls a dead marriage from it tomb. He calls it beautiful, and says it will work all for His glory!
The Lord, Jehovah Jireh who calls out financial crunches from its tomb and sets them over a pedestal of divine provision.
He is the Lord who calls out sicknesses and diseases, sends out His word and delivers us from all infirmities!
He is limitless, unchangeable, unwavering, undaunted, unfathomable, unrelenting, unbounded, unappalled, unrivalled, unequalled, unmatched. He is the Lord God almighty!
He is the Lord over the tomb!