☦︎ lovette :
Every sermon I have listened to and heard talk about Jesus weeping over Lazarus (weeping over death) is shown to show that we have a compassionate priest. But when I read this around five months ago for the first time, all I could ever read was frustration. These people around Jesus are supposed to know who he is, and they are not understanding anything he is saying, not one bit. I literally do not know how to read John Chapter 11 without seeing Jesus being completly missed or people projecting their expectations or wants onto him. This is another thing that whenever I have tried to talk to people about this they kind of just shut me down. I have been trying to put this into words and write this, but this chapter absolutely brings me to tears.
That moment, Jesus weaping, Jesus gets news that Lazarus is sick. He's God, so he knows that Lazarus is going to die to the point that he stays two extra days just so the people that are with him will believe him. He literally stays two extra days, and they miss everything. They miss him. They are looking at him like: you were meant to have done this for us, this expectation, like Lazarus, and they are missing the point that he is the Resurrection. And Jesus isnt crying because Lazarus is dead. He is crying because he is the loneliness person to walk the earth. The anxiety, loneliness of being merely an instrument. Think about the sheer crushing psychological weight that Jesus carried during those final days. Every crowd he faced, every disciple that pulled him aside, every religious reader who challenged him was projecting something onto him. No one was looking at him, and they were looking at what they wanted him to do or be for them. At Bethany, if you'd only been here, my brother wouldn't have died. Aka you failed our scheduled expectations. And Jerusalem, save us from Rome, preform our political rescue at the last supper. Which one of us is the greatest? Aka, use your kingdom to elevate us. To live with this kind of relentless misplaced expectation knowing the second you reveal who you are, people misunderstand you, mock you, and kill you as a level of isolation that not even loneliness cant even begin to fathom.
2026-11-07 06:25:21