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Friday 26th March


The raising of Lazarus (John 11:1-44)

Dead. He is dead.

My brother,

My security,

Is gone.

And I am lost

And angry.

Why didn’t he come?

Why did Jesus let us down?

Was all the love

I thought he felt for us

Just wishful thinking?


Weeping. He is weeping.

His sobs

Alarming the watchers

Yet bringing me

A curious comfort

That his love for us

Is real

And my pain

Not only understood

But shared.


Alive! He is alive!

Vibrant, strong,

Completely restored

And life

Can begin again.


By Jeannie Kendall

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