The Lord said to Martha, “Thy brother shall rise again.” “I know that he shall rise again in the resurrection at the last day,” she replied, and he told her, “I am the resurrection, and the life; he that believeth in me, shall never die.” The sisters must surely have known that he raised up the daughter of Jairus and the son of the widow of Nain. Martha had gone away, for the moment at least, a little comforted; and now came Mary, who knew the Lord better than her sister—alas, with the same bitter tears flowing from her eyes, and the same hopeless words, almost of reproach, falling from her lips! Then it was, at the sight of her and the Jews with her, that the spirit of the Lord was moved with indignation. They wept as those who believe in death, not in life. What was to be done with his brother and sisters who would be miserable, who would not believe in his father! How was he to comfort them? They would not be comforted! Was existence, the glorious gift of his father, to be the most terrible of miseries, because some must go home before others? It was all so sad! And all because they would not know his father! Then came the reaction from his indignation, and the laboring heart of the Lord found relief in tears. The Lord saw into two worlds—saw Martha and Mary on the one side weeping, on the other Lazarus waiting for them in peace. It was hard on Lazarus to be called back into the winding-sheet of the body, a sacrifice to their faithlessness, but it should be done! Lazarus should suffer for his sisters! Through him they should be compelled to believe in the Father, and so be delivered from bondage!