W
hile Jerusalem opened all its doors to welcome the pilgrims arriving
to celebrate the Passover, we were in hiding in Perea, at the other
side of the Jordan. The situation in the capital made it difficult for
us and we thought that during those days, it was dangerous for us to
show our faces around the place...
Messenger: Pssst… Hey, buddy, I was told I could see Jesus, the
prophet, here...
Peter: That’s right. What d’ya want from him?
Messenger: I want to see him. I’ve got a message for him.
Peter: Where did you come from?
Messenger: From Bethany.
Peter: Your name and address...?
Messenger: That’s not important! What are you up to, anyway? I’ve
got to see Jesus… it’s urgent.
Jesus was sick. The briny water of Perea had upset him and he had a
fever.
When the messenger went inside the house where we were lodged, he saw
Jesus lying down on a mat, pale and with eyebags…
Messenger: At last I’ve caught up with you, Nazarene. You hide yourself
better than the bats in the caves. The truth is, however, I didn’t expect
to see you in this condition...
Jesus: Neither did I.... But as you can see, I’ve been sick
for a couple of days...
Messenger: That’s precisely why I came to see you. Martha and Mary,
the sisters from Bethany, want you to know that Lazarus is very ill.
Jesus: So the rascal is also in bed…? What’s wrong with him?
Messenger: A serious illness. For three days now, he hasn’t uttered
a single word, not even a curse. He doesn’t laugh, nor take in any food.
He’s dying....
Peter: Bah, bad seed never dies. Mary simply makes a big fuss
over anything, and that’s the problem. I’m sure she pressured you to
come here...
Messenger: No… but Martha too. Lazarus is in a serious condition
and the two sisters are worried. They don’t know what to do.
When the messenger from Bethany was gone....
Peter: But Jesus, don’t you realize it’s dangerous?
James: They wanted to nab you last week, blazes. If we go back
now, we’ll be risking our lives.
Peter: Let’s wait until the Passover. It’s something else when
Jerusalem is teeming with people. When the sea is in turmoil, then we
can throw in the bait...
Two days after the messenger’s visit, Jesus felt better and wanted to
go back to Judea. For some of us, that was a crazy idea.
Jesus: Hey, guys, forget about your fears and begin tying your
sandals... The sun only shines for twelve hours and we’ll have to take
advantage. We’ll be leaving tomorrow at dawn. Lazarus is waiting for
us. Friends are friends, you know.
James: And so are our enemies, Jesus. They’re waiting for us
too.
Jesus: Then we must open wide our eyes and ears, James, so we
don’t fall into the trap.
Thomas: If they k...k...ki..ll...us, .....then..... l..l..let...
it... be... S...s..some..d..day we..a.a.ll..h..a..v..e to... d..d..die.!
Peter: For the first time, I agree with you, Thomas! We all
go to Judea, guys, and let the sun shine where it should!
We left Perea the next day. We crossed the Jordan as we ascended through
Jericho. After long hours of walk, we finally saw the walls of Jerusalem.
We passed by the walls without entering the city. We wanted to get to
Lazarus’ inn as soon as possible. We left the Mount Olives behind us,
and when we were approaching the small white houses of Bethany, Martha,
who was ridding the pathway of dust, rushed to receive us....
Martha: Jesus, you’re here at last!
Jesus: How’s Lazarus, Martha?
Martha: Why, didn’t you know? He’s dead, Jesus, he’s dead...
it’s been four days.... Why didn’t you come earlier? We had sent for
you… Lazarus was asking about you… he suffered a lot.... Oh, Jesus,
it was such a great sorrow!
Martha, her hair disheveled, was wearing a tunic for mourning. Weeping
she embraced Jesus. Her sobbings shook her robust body like the morning
wind that shook the leaves off the date tree. Soon enough, Jesus’ mother
and the women joined in her weeping. Philip and Nathanael were the first
to become teary-eyed… and tears ran down Jesus’ face.... We loved Lazarus
so much.
Martha: Why did God take him away, Jesus? Why....? Mary and I
needed him....
Jesus: Where’s Mary?
Martha: She’s inside the house. She does nothing but weep....
For four days, she hasn’t eaten anything… nor slept..... I’ll go see
her.... She’ll be glad to see you...
In spite of her gloom, Martha energetically rushed to the inn. Bereaved,
and not knowing what to say, we followed her through the dusty path
we had happily traversed often during our trips to the capital... As
we crossed the main gate of the inn, Mary came out to meet us. She was
with a lot of neighbors who condoled with the sisters after Lazarus’
burial.
Mary: Jesus, why didn’t you come before? Why?
Mary, fell to the ground, pulled her hair and beat her forehead against
the ground...
Mary: Damn this life and damn this death!
An
Old Woman: May the Lord have mercy on all of us, as we shall also
end up in the pit!
Messenger: Poor women.... now they’re all alone.... Who’ll look
after them?
A
Woman Neighbor: Hey,
prophet, why didn’t you come when he was sick? They say you have healed
a number of persons! You could have cured him too!
Old
Neighbor: This fat man Lazarus was a good man. May our father,
Abraham take him in his bosom!
Bethany’s inn did not reek of lamb, wine nor onions, as it used to.
It was in mourning. The smell of incense burnt during those days still
pervaded the entire household. There were no more laments from the mourners
and the music had stopped. A group of neighbors and some guests kept
the two sisters company, weeping with them. After washing our feet and
seating ourselves in the big hall near the kitchen, we thought Lazarus,
with his usual big smile, would appear to us from any corner of the
inn to welcome us....
A
Man: He was the man with the largest tummy and the biggest
heart in the whole of Bethany!
A
Woman: You bet,
Serapio! If there was ever an honest man in this town, it was your brother,
ladies... He was more upright than a tree and was as good as gold....
Mary: He shouldn’t have died, no... He was young and strong.
Old
Woman: Patience,
my child, patience.
Peter: What the hell did he die of?
Martha: It was so sudden. He fell right here in the kitchen,
with a pot in his hand, as if a lightning had burned him.... He was
in bed for a couple of days, motionless, and that was it....
Peter: How sad.... So, what do you intend to do now?
Mary: What else can we do, Peter…? My brother was the moving
spirit of this inn. Now it’s all over…
Jesus: No,
Mary. Lazarus will be happy to see you continue working, so that your
business will prosper.
Old Woman: How’s that possible, when the dead are eaten up by worms?
Jesus: Grandma,
the dead continue to see us and to love us, because… they continue to
live.
Mary: You
know that’s not true, Jesus. You just want to console us.
Jesus: Yes,
it’s true, Mary. Death is just a brief farewell. After a short time,
we don’t see each other. Then at another short time, we shall see each
other again.... We weep now, but the time will come when we shall all
be together in the house of God, where there shall be no more weeping.
Believe me, Mary: the dead are not dead: they continue living with God.
Mary: And
my brother too?
Jesus: Sure.
Lazarus is not dead. He’s just gone to sleep, to be awakened by the
Lord. He’s alive, Mary!
Mary: Alive!…
I don’t hear his laughter anymore, nor do I see him enter nor leave
that door with his greasy apron! That was only four days ago, and it
seems like four years have passed....
Jesus: You’ll
see him again, Mary.
Mary: Don’t
deceive me, Jesus. With death, everything comes to an end.
Jesus: On
the contrary, it’s just the beginning of everything. Look, Mary, if
a child who is to be born could speak, he would say no, he doesn’t want
to be born… he would think it’s the end of everything for him… the warmth
and the tranquillity of being near his mother’s heart always. But the
moment he is born, then a new life begins because he sees the light
of the sun, the different colors of the world.... The same thing happens
when we die: we become scared… and we cry… the truth is we are born
for the second time, to a life much better than we can dream of....
Mary: That
sounds beautiful, Jesus. But what I have seen is, when a person dies,
he is thrown into the earth and there he rots.
Jesus: Even the seed gets rotten, after which a new tree is
born and later bears flowers and fruits.
Jesus turned to Martha, Lazarus’ other sister, who stood silent by the
greasy table, her eyes red with so much weeping....
Jesus: Where’s he buried, Martha?
Martha: In the blacksmith’s garden, behind the patio, Jesus.
Do you want to go?
Jesus: Yeah, let’s go....
We all left the inn. It was noontime and the heat of the sun was hurting
our eyes. When we reached the garden and got close to the rock where
the tomb was, Martha and Mary wept disconsolately.... When Jesus saw
them, he covered his face with his hands and began to weep too.
Old
Woman: The prophet obviously loved him so much....
Jesus: Lazarus, why didn’t you wait to celebrate the Passover
with us?... Why the haste, buddy?
Jesus, his eyes filled with tears, stared at the round and white tombstone.
He was praying.... We too, prayed in between sobs, before our friend’s
tomb.....
Jesus: Father, I thank you because you did not allow the earth
to swallow the dead. It is your hand that delivers them from death to
life, like you did to our forefathers by parting the Red Sea.... You
are the resurrection and life and everyone who believes in you, although
they have died, shall live... Yes, Father, the dead will rise! Let your
Spirit from above come down and breathe life to all the dead, so that
they may live!
Not even a leaf was moving. Jesus was trembling...
Jesus: Roll back the stone, please...
Martha: But Jesus...
Jesus: Yes, Martha, that there may be air inside...
Martha: Jesus, what’re you talking about? It’s been four days
already.... His body must be stinking by now.
Jesus: Do as I say, Martha. Please roll the stone now...
We all felt uneasy.... But James, Judas, Simon and the stonemason went
near the tomb and began to move the stone. We were all trembling like
we were at the edge of a precipice. No one was weeping anymore... we
were all tired and weary. We could not get our sight off that black
hole that was beginning to form before our eyes... When the tomb was
opened, we felt a rush of cold air blending with the penetrating scent
of myrrh...
Jesus: Lazarus, brother, come! Come back to life!
Bethany was a couple of miles away from Jerusalem, near the valley of
Josaphat. According to the beliefs of my countrymen, God shall raise
the dead at the end of the world. That spring morning, in a garden of
Bethany, Jesus gave us a preview of the joy and surprises of the great
Day of the Lord!