Everything goes. Nothing is denied. Everyone's right. Unless, of course, you go to church and worship the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, in which case, you're automatically wrong before you ever open your mouth.
How can that be? How can people have become so insensitive to the words of the gospel?
"Seeing, they see not; and hearing, they hear not, nor do they understand." (Mt 13:13)
Jesus stood outside the tomb of Lazarus, his heart heavy, and all the people watching could say was, "How come He couldn't prevent it?" (Jn 11:37)
You want avoidance instead of a cure. A change without any requirements. The ability to do as you please, be what you want, and hang the consequences. Unless, of course, you need God to fix something.
No. Fix yourself.
Open your eyes and see that the Man standing outside the tomb weeps for your soul. Weeps for your loss. Weeps for those that sit on the sidelines, questioning His reason for even being there.
"Father," He said, "Thank you for answering my prayer. I know that you hear Me and answer. But do this so that those who don't believe will know that it was You which sent Me." (Jn 11:41-42, paraphrased)
He called Lazarus forth as an example. An example that the power of Life within Him can do so much more than people have been willing to believe. That every hidden work people do can and will be revealed. (1Co 4:5) That just when we least expect it, when all seems lost, when no one wants to accept it, when my Christian faith is downgraded to an insignificant thing, He can prove that it isn't.
That no stone rolled over the tomb, no rumor spouted from doubting lips, no celebrity standing onstage with a golden toothpick in his hand, can disapprove or disallow, veto or taboo a power so great it only takes two words to bring a man back to life.
That in public, in front of everyone, no holds barred, no exceptions made, no embarrassment, no smoke screen or bright lights, ceremonies or thank-you speeches, God can show opinion and attitude for what they are ... untruth ... and raise from the grave a man stronger than before, more alive than before, with a testimony no one can invalidate.
Stand and look at Lazarus. At him who died and four days later, rose again. Then stand and look at the Savior, who did the same, and ask yourself, what about that is less than what some numbskull dangling head-first over an open flame has to say?
Nothing. You can't top that.
Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography
Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.