When the Great Physician Lost
a Patient
By Mike Benson
The sisters sent urgent news to the Lord. It was a sort of first-century 911 call for medical assistance. They didn’t say, “Lazarus is sick,” but “he whom You love is sick.” Jesus not only knew the identity of the one who was ailing, but He recognized him as His dear friend.
Jesus wasn’t that far away either. He could rush to Lazarus’ side and heal him. All would be well, the sickness would be over, and their lives would continue as normal.
However,
oddly enough, Jesus didn’t make the trip. He
didn’t hasten to
Think about it. He waited. Hours. Days. Yes, knowing Lazarus’ precarious condition, Jesus waited.
For a long time I didn’t understand that. Evidently, Mary and Martha didn’t make sense of it either. They both rebuked the Lord for His slow response (vv. 21, 32). “If You had only been here earlier...” It was Jesus’ fault. He shouldn’t have waited; He should have come immediately. He had wasted precious time. If He really loved the family as they believed, He would have virtually run to see about Lazarus’ welfare. Maybe He didn’t love them as they thought.
So why did Jesus wait? It
wasn’t a matter of lethargy,
lack of love or apathy, Dear Reader; it was a matter of faith. You see,
Jesus
could have made His way to
I don’t want the
doctor to wait when I’m in the
emergency room. I’m the emergency! I want the physician at my
bedside, as soon as possible, with
prompt and
accurate therapeutic care. I’m the same way when hurting
emotionally or
spiritually. “Lord, I need you NOW...!”
“Come to