Unless a kernel of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone. But, if it dies, it will bear much fruit. —Jesus A darkening sky greets the great eye blinking open its shutter to morn— o’erhead, coarse comes a rook’s cry, from here dreams appear bleak and forlorn Here, in my cramped, close cell I hear the neighbour dog howl in lament— the dirt and the dark I fear, they
About an hour into a conversation with a friend, we began discussing the death of Lazarus and Jesus weeping with Mary. Jesus had purposely waited to come to his friends that he might glorify the Father through the resurrection of Lazarus. Jesus said to Martha, “I myself am the resurrection and the life.” He knew he was about to push death right out of a man, to make him what he should be: fully alive.