If the stones could shout out, as Jesus suggests they are capable of, they would likely tell the story of two kings who entered Jerusalem from separate entrances.
Martha, of course, was busy doing the dishes. Lazarus was silent, perhaps still standing in amazement of the fact that only a few days ago he was deader than a doornail. Mary, however, did something quite different.
We mustn't stay on the mountain. The valleys are plentiful and THAT'S where Jesus calls us.
According to this passage, the Christian narrative is nothing if it is not about restorative justice.
The time is here: do we wash our nets or cast them in deeper waters?
The Gospel takes on many forms. And many of those forms stir the pot and threaten the status quo.
But something stirred within him that day. Jesus had brought out a stubbornness in him; a stubbornness that he guessed could be the “faith” his healer had just mentioned. A stubbornness to hope in the goodness and beauty of the world despite everything that seemed to indicate otherwise.