My Name Is Lazarus

No doubt you have heard of me, but it's doubtful you'd want to be me. Just think. What if you were me? Just consider that You were dead. Just imagine Coming back to life. How would you feel if it was said of you, "By now, he stinks"? How would you feel if you were just preparing to meet Methuselah, Abraham, and Moses, and just like that, you were told, "It's time to go back"? Anyway, I think that most people have heard of me whether they believe it or not. At first, like everyone else, I wanted to be well and live a long life. But I was sick and dying, thinking that Jesus would arrive in time to heal me and I'd experience longevity. My two sisters did their best to get Jesus to me. But no sooner had I died than I was more than okay about it. I was relaxed and content, never longing to go back. "A better place" doesn't begin to describe the place I had arrived. However, before I could make myself at home in my new home, I was back in my old home. If anyone had asked me about going back, I would have told them, "Thank you, but I'm good right here, right now". When you add it all up, my return or my resurrection had so much less to do about me than it had to do with everyone who was alive to witness what happened to me. Also, people like yourself who have been reading about me for 2000 years have been graciously given the opportunity by God to believe and hope. Can you even fathom and imagine that Jesus raised me from the dead, and God raised him from the dead? Awesome. Amazing. The religious groups spent their time auguring over the reality of the resurrection. Jesus Christ demonstrated to us that there was no need to argue about the resurrection when we can actually experience it. My name is Lazarus, and because of the resurrection, perhaps you and I will meet someday and become more acquainted. 031223PSCtest. Contest Name Easter. Regina McIntosh. 2P