Updated: Apr 28
John 12:1-2 Six days before the Passover, Jesus arrived at Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Here a dinner was given in Jesus' honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him. It was a party. It was lavish. And Jesus was the guest of honor. Lazarus and his sisters wanted to flood Jesus with their gratitude. A great thing had happened. Lazarus had died, and lived to tell about it. I can just hear the conversation; “Lazarus, what was it like?” “What did you see?” “Please tell us!” With an other-worldly smile still playing across his lips, his mind drifting to another place, I can imagine Lazarus looking to Jesus, and in that moment of eye contact, knowing really knowing who He is and saying; “it was all more than I can possibly describe to you; I felt love like I have never known, and contentment, and peace and we worshipped. Oh! How we worshipped.” Then suddenly I heard my name being called with a voice that carried such authority that when it resounded where I was, all those around me fell on their faces. The next thing I knew, I was here again.” Lazarus had experienced eternity. He didn't need faith anymore... faith is being sure of what is unseen, but Lazarus had seen. He had died and lived to tell about it. I am certain he was never the same.
Once you have tasted intimacy with God, once you’ve had that glimpse of eternity, you will never be the same again.
Keep Looking Up.
Kristie Pelletier, #worshiperforlife