Lazarus died and Jesus had not come
Someone stepped up beside her and
laid her hand on Maryam’s arm. It was one
of the servants.
“He’s gone.”
A shriek of anguish pierced Maryam’s
heart and she hurried inside to comfort the sisters. Already messengers were
being dispatched to tell the news that the well-known, and loved, Lazarus of
Bethany had passed into the great beyond. Soon the roads would be dotted with
people hastening to be at the sisters’ side in their time of deep grief.
Martha shrieked again,
