The Death of Lazarus
1 Now a man named Lazarus was sick. He was from Bethany, the village of Mary and her sister Martha.
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(This Mary, whose brother Lazarus now lay sick, was the same one who poured perfume on the Lord and wiped his feet with her hair.)
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So the sisters sent word to Jesus, “Lord, the one you love is sick.”
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When he heard this, Jesus said,
“This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God’s glory so that God’s Son may be glorified through it.”
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Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus.
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So when he heard that Lazarus was sick, he stayed where he was two more days,
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and then he said to his disciples,
“Let us go back to Judea.”
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“But Rabbi,” they said, “a short while ago the Jews there tried to stone you, and yet you are going back?”
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Jesus answered,
“Are there not twelve hours of daylight? Anyone who walks in the daytime will not stumble, for they see by this world’s light.
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It is when a person walks at night that they stumble, for they have no light.”
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After he had said this, he went on to tell them,
“Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up.”
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His disciples replied, “Lord, if he sleeps, he will get better.”