This is weighing heavily on my mind lately.

When he had said this, Jesus called in a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth around his face.  Jesus said to them, “Take off the grave clothes and let him go.“

The story of Lazarus is the story of us.

If you’ve never read it, it’s in John 11. Take the time to read it if it’s new to you.  I’ve heard it and read it many times myself, and I’ve always focused on the fact that Jesus was deeply moved and mourned the loss of his friend (knowing very well that he was going to raise him from the dead).  This story amazingly shows the truth of Jesus being fully man and fully God.

But have you ever paid any attention to the last line?  I can’t say that I always have.  But it’s profound…

“Take off the grave clothes and let him go.”

You see, Lazarus was indeed raised from the dead, just as Jesus intended.  However, to everyone watching he still resembled a dead man.  Why?

Because of the grave clothes.

All of the strips of linen with spices underneath to keep ‘ole Lazarus from smelling foul in the tomb was still on him after he was resurrected.

He still appeared dead.

But he didn’t need them any longer.  Jesus had called him into life, but Lazarus was still identified by what was on him.

I think that’s why Jesus told the people to remove the grave clothes.  They had served their purpose while Lazarus lay in the tomb, but now he was called into something better.

You and I have been called out of death and into life if we follow Christ, so my question to you (and most certainly me) is:

Don’t you think it’s time we remove the grave clothes?

Do we live our lives wrapped in grave clothes, when we’ve been called out of the tomb?  Are we identified by our bindings and fetters instead of our call to freedom in Him?

I think it’s time for them to go.

And I think Jesus thinks so even more.

Yesterday I read a post by Tyler about the fragility of life.  Needless to say it got me thinking about a lot of things. 

It reminded me not only about how life is so fragile, but it reminded me about the value of time and relationships. 

Remember the story of Jesus visiting Mary and Martha in Luke 10?  Jesus reminds Martha that although she was tending to things that were totally fine and well, Mary had chosen to prioritize correctly, which was to sit at the feet of Jesus and listen to him.  And there was nothing in the world more important.

Jesus knew the value of relationship over doing ”good” things.   

I’m also reminded of a story a friend of mine told me about a year ago, describing an experience he had with a young man in an African village on a missions trip. 

They were in Sudan, an African country that has a lot of persecution towards Christians.  So, as you can imagine, this trip was a fairly dangerous one.  My friend took several people from his church with him, along with men and women he had become friends with over the years through different jobs, churches and states of residency.  The village they went to would huddle in tents at night to hold church services, virtually whispering the worship songs that were sung.  The group had to form a tight circle in order to hear the message in whisper-form, as they could be killed on the spot if overheard.  He told me about the move that God was doing in this village, and how the people were so passionate and dependent on God for everything. 

And then he told me about John. 

John was 19 at the time, and spoke English fairly well.  He was bright, and wanted to become a pastor.  One night in the secret meeting place, one of the men with the group of missionairies was asked to speak to the village.  He went on to talk about how his church could come alongside this village, providing resources for food, shelter and a safe place to worship.  They could build a more secure building for them to meet in with thicker walls, which would allow for them to speak loudly and free when gathering for worship and teaching.  In the back of the room, John whispered to get this man’s attention.  And this is what he said. 

Excuse me, but we only have a limited time.  Could you please tell us about Jesus?

19 years old!  I’m 29 and I don’t always have perspective like that.  Geesh.

You see, we are but a breath.  Our days are like a passing shadow. 

So, what are we to do with them?  How does the truth of life’s uncertainty play into how we treat others?  These are some of the questions I have today. 

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“Wait, are you with a church, or are you just being human?”

Her question caught me a bit off-guard.  I responded with an awkward, “well, I would have to say it’s both.”

Her name is Linda.  She’s a beautiful woman.  Her eyes were crystal clear and green, and she had impeccable teeth.  You know, the kind you see on toothpaste commercials.  Linda is kind, polite and articulate.

And Linda is homeless.

I saw Linda a few weeks ago at Burger King in Wickenburg.  I go there most Wednesday mornings to talk with my mom on Skype.  She was sitting outside when I got there, but moved inside as the morning went on due to the heat.  I had finished talking with mom, so it was time for me to go.  I walked out to my car, and I caught an older gentleman walking quickly from his car back inside, giving Linda some cash before swiftly returning back to his vehicle.  She seemed shocked and grateful.  I was excited to see someone have compassion for her, and yet I was sad to see no conversation take place.  Perhaps he had somewhere he needed to be at shortly.  I had some time still.  So, I walked back inside.

She was putting all of her belongings in one of the corner booths inside, which included several plastic grocery bags filled with odds and ends she had probably gathered along her travels.  I excused myself as I walked towards Linda, hoping not to scare her.  I asked her if she would like some food.

“Why would you think that I would need food?”

“Well, I kinda feel like you do” I said, hoping to God that I didn’t insult her.

“Yes, I would like some food very much.”

So, up to the front we went.  Before we got to the register to order, she asked me the question I referenced first:

“Wait, are you with a church, or are you just being a human?”

She wanted to know if my kindness had an agenda, I guess.  Perhaps she’s encountered that before.  I gave my awkward answer and proceeded to order her whatever she wanted on the menu.  She tried to see what I would get so she could just order the same thing, and she asked me if there was a limit to this transaction.  I assured her that buying her the most expensive thing on the menu wouldn’t do me in financially, and that I just wanted to make sure she had a full meal today.

I asked her if she lived in town or in Phoenix, and she said (with a smile) ”Honey, I’ve been everywhere…more places than you could imagine.”  I told her I was here most Wednesday mornings, and that I would love to get her another meal and hear her story.  Besides, everyone has a story. I wanted her to know that I didn’t have an agenda.  Her story is important.  There’s a reason why she’s wandering around with all her belongings in hand.  What happened in her life?  Divorce?  Economic hardship?  Addictions?  Illness?

I haven’t seen Linda since that day a few weeks ago.  I hope that I see her again so I can talk to her.  Hear her story.  I’d love to eat a hamburger with her.  I’d love to see more of Jesus in her.  Because let me tell you, her question cut right to the core of me.

As Christians, what are our intentions when reaching out to someone?  Do we have an agenda or are we just genuinely loving that person?

I’d love to say that I have reached out to people in need like this so many times that I’ve lost count, but I can’t.  That would be lying.  I do know, however, that Linda left more of a mark on me than anything I did for her that day.

And for that I am thankful.

On my worst day, I’m…

a liar.
arrogant.
self-seeking.
prideful.
a gossip.
ungrateful.
angry.
bitter.
cynical.
unsure of anything.
lacking.
two-faced.
doubtful.
intolerant.
judgmental.
entitled.
depressed.
anxious.
loved.
forgiven.
free.
clothed in righteousness.
saved.
a clean slate.
in process of restoration.
clean.

And most importantly, on my absolute worst day, it’s…

Christ in Josh Miles.

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Maybe this resonates with you in some way today.  If so, I’m blessed that he uses my mess for something good.  If not, I will take it still as an exercise in remembering the truth in the midst of circumstances.  

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Two people fell in love and were married.

Things were new and exciting.  The thought of deepening an already-immense love made for the greatest of dreams.

The bride and bridegroom settled into their home, combining posessions that were once singular.  The bride brought with her into the relationship a couch. One she had prior to the marriage.  It had quite the wear and tear, and it wasn’t pleasant to look at.  But…

It was very comfortable.

The groom had no problem bringing the couch into the house, although he had no intention of ever sitting on it.  There was no sense in an argument right now.  For better and for worse, right?

The relationship was very touch-and-go in the beginning.  It turns out that a relationship of this magnitude brings out a lot of vulnerability in a person.  Whenever things seemed too awkward, she sought comfort in the couch.  It was the most familiar friend to her, after all.  It was years ago now that she worked tirelessly to save enough for this couch.

And it had served her well- mid-afternoon naps, late evenings, the familiar smell of the leather.

So she retreated to the couch almost every day, and especially when things seemed tough.

One day, she remembered all of the memories she had in her life that included that couch.  And immediately, she realized all of the memories that were yet to be made with her husband.  She was spending almost all of her time on this couch.

In her guilt, she moved the couch outside, ashamed that her husband would find out how much time she was spending on it every evening.  Sure, it wasn’t as ideal as quality time in relationship with her husband, but…

It was comfortable.

This made the marriage a one-sided one, to say the least.  But the husband was patient.  He saw her for who she was, not for what she brought into the house.  And through her husbands’s unfailing love and patience, she began to slowly realize what had been her reality the whole time – that her husband was passionate about her, yet not forceful.

It was only then when she started to run to him in her confusion and emptiness.  It was with him that she was vulnerable.

No retreating.

No hiding.

Just a real, honest, awkward and vulnerable relationship.

It wasn’t as comfortable.

But it was better.

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