My Brother's Miracle

Its funny how I find myself continuously witnessing the power of God. With pain, I tell you that my brother Lazarus has passed away. Mary and I were really upset with Jesus for not coming before he died. As I was looking out my kitchen window, doing dishes, I saw Jesus approaching. I left a house full of guests and a sink full of dishes and ran to him. I asked him why he didn't come sooner. I told him that I believed that he could have healed my brother. When Jesus heard this, he was proud that I had faith in Him.

Four days after Lazarus's death, Mary and I took Jesus to the tomb of Lazarus. Jesus began praying and wanted the rock in front of the tomb to be moved. Being the clean-freak that I am, I noted that the odor would be strong. Still, Jesus called Lazarus and out of the tomb walked my brother. Can you imagine your dead brother rising after putting him to rest four days earlier? I was astonished. I am ashamed once again of my anger towards Jesus. But I am more grateful then I can express to have my brother back, walking this wondrous that my Lord created.

wishing and hoping and thinking and praying

Its funny how I find myself continuously worrying. My dear brother Lazarus became very ill. So Mary, and I being his loving sisters, were very worried. We felt that the only thing that could help Lazarus was the healing power of Jesus. We sent word to Jesus, telling Him that Lazarus needed His help. My sister and I are now awaiting the arrival of Jesus. I ask you for prayers for my brother's health and a to bring Jesus into our home.

Sisters

Its funny how I find myself always cleaning. Today while reorganizing a closet, I came upon an old picture of my younger sister, Mary, and myself. It was nice to remember our wonderful childhood together. I also realized that even when we were children, we still didn't always get along; but we always loved each other.

The other day, Mary and I were hosting a dinner party. Our guest of honor was a wise man named Jesus. I wanted everything to go perfectly. Mary and I had been preparing all day. When the guests arrived, we welcomed them graciously in our home. I was under a lot of stress as it is, but then Mary sits down at the feet of Jesus. I mean really! We needed to prepare a whole meal, and she didn't want to help. I let my anger get the better of me, and complained in front of Jesus. He told me that Mary had chosen the better of the two. Instead of cooking, I should be listening to His words. I now see that He was right.

It made me think of a quote from one of my favorite authors, Louisa May Alcott, she said, "Help one another, is part of the religion of sisterhood." I shouldn't have gotten made at Mary, and I should have listened to the insightful words that Jesus was sharing. Even if I wanted Mary's help I should have focused on Jesus and not myself. We ended up having a lovely evening and it showed me how much I really love Mary and Jesus.