But He didn't come. At least not when they wanted Him to come.
Their sorrow arose from their grief; knowing that if He had been there, their brother would not have died.
I know what it is like to place all my faith in Jesus Christ, whom I know can do all things, and plead for His help, only to experience the same grief and sorrow when it seems He has not come. Most of us do. It is difficult not to wonder and question, why?
As I've pondered this story over and over again the past couple of months, I have learned so much. One lesson in particular is that when Jesus actually does come and He sees what has happened to Lazarus and sees the sisters' pain and suffering, He weeps.
Now I used to think he wept because He was sad Lazarus had died. He saw the women were sad, too, and I thought the lesson here was that Jesus Christ can comfort us in our time of need because He feels our pains. Although, I believe this to be true, I do not believe it is the lesson to be learned. At least not for me the past several weeks.
Jesus Christ was perfectly obedient to His Father. Perfectly. Mary, Martha, the people of Bethany, and all the world needed to see that Jesus could raise Lazarus from the dead. We needed to know what He meant when He said "I am the Resurrection and the Life, he that believeth in me shall never die." If He had come when they called, that lesson would have been missed by all. I believe that He had the power to come sooner and heal Lazarus, but that He was exercising His perfect obedience, and in doing so, His own heart couldn't stand that those He loved were suffering. And so the tears came. And eventually, so did the miracle.
My experience in participating in Rob Gardner's Lamb of God production as Mary of Bethany has taught me so many beautiful things. I was taught in much the same way as Mary was taught. As I sought much needed help, it didn't come when I wanted it to come. Even though I believed with all of my heart that the only way I could perform was through His help, I felt that the help was withheld from me for some time. It caused me to question my abilities, my motives, and I often asked myself, why am I doing this? I became discouraged and felt similar to how Mary must have felt as I sought the Lord's help in prayer. I knew that He could help me and strengthen me; I never once doubted His ability to help me; but I questioned where that help was.
Well, it also eventually came. Not when I wanted it to, but when it was going to teach me the most. Days leading up to the performance, many miracles took place. My confidence grew; not in myself, but my confidence in my God. Through an inspired Director, I was given opportunities that made a huge difference in my performance. He gave me his confidence. Through a kind and gifted mentor and teacher, I was given professional suggestions on how to manage nerves and anxiety on stage. She, too, gave me her confidence. Through a loving and supportive husband, I was given constant assurance that I could do this, that I needed to do this. And through a perfectly obedient Savior, I was given peace and strength. I was given His confidence. I can't say I wasn't nervous, but I knew He had not left me to myself. I gave it my all, and pray that it was enough.
Because I am LDS, I believe in Jesus Christ's power to heal us not only in our time of need, but in His time. He is our Advocate with the Father. It isn't that He wants us to suffer, but that He is obedient to His Father who knows what is best for us. Though it seems at times He is far from us, He will always come in the moment that is necessary to best teach us. And just like Mary, we will understand as we realize that if He had come sooner, the lessons would never have been learned. We must hold on until help comes.
As hard as that can be, it is always worth the wait.
