The reply of Jesus went, as his replies were wont to do, to the very

root-fault of Martha's life, the fault of all such natures: "Martha,

Martha! thou art careful and troubled about many things, but _one_

thing is needful, and Mary hath chosen that good part which shall

not be taken from her." The Master's words evidently recognize

that in that critical hour Mary had passed a boundary in her soul

history, and made an attainment of priceless value. She had gained

something that could never be taken from her; and she had gained it

by that single-hearted devotion to spiritual things which made her

prompt to know and seize the hour of opportunity.

The brief narrative there intermits; we are not told how Martha

replied, or what are the results of this plain, tender faithfulness

of reproof. The Saviour, be it observed, did not blame Martha for

her nature. He did not blame her for not being Mary; but he did

blame her for not restraining and governing her own nature and

keeping it in due subjection to higher considerations. A being

of brighter worlds, he stood looking on Martha's life,--on her

activities and bustle and care; and to him how sorrowfully worthless

the greater part of them appeared! To him they were mere toys and

playthings, such as a child is allowed to play with in the earlier,

undeveloped hours of existence; not to be harshly condemned, but

still utterly fleeting and worthless in the face of the tremendous

eternal realities, the glories and the dangers of the eternal state.

It must be said here that all we know of our Lord leads us to

feel that he was not encouraging and defending in Mary a selfish,

sentimental indulgence in her own cherished emotions and affections,

leaving the burden of necessary care on a sister who would have been

equally glad to sit at Jesus's feet. That was not his reading of

the situation. It was that Martha, engrossed in a thousand cares,

burdened herself with a weight of perplexities of which there was no

need, and found no time and had no heart to come to him and speak of

the _only_, the _one_ thing that endures beyond the present world.

To how many hearts does this reproof apply? How many who call

themselves Christians are weary, wasted, worn, drained of life,

injured in health, fretted in temper, by a class of anxieties so

purely worldly that they can never bring them to Jesus, or if they

do, would meet first and foremost his tender reproof, "Thou art

careful and troubled about many things; there is but _one_ thing

really needful. Seek that good part which shall never be taken away."

What fruit this rebuke bore will appear as we further pursue the

history of the sister. The subsequent story shows that Martha was

a brave, sincere, good woman, capable of yielding to reproof and

acknowledging a fault. There is precious material in such, if only

their powers be turned to the highest and best things.

It is an interesting thought that the human affection of Jesus for

one family has been made the means of leaving on record the most

consoling experience for the sorrows of bereavement that sacred

literature affords. Viewed merely on the natural side, the intensity

of human affections and the frightful possibilities of suffering

involved in their very sweetness present a fearful prospect when

compared with that stony inflexibility of natural law, which goes

forth crushing, bruising, lacerating, without the least apparent

feeling for human agony.

The God of nature appears silent, unalterable, unsympathetic,

pursuing general good without a throb of pity for individual

suffering; and that suffering is so unspeakable, so terrible! Close

shadowing every bridal, every cradle, is this awful possibility

of death that may come at any moment, unannounced and inevitable.

The joy of this hour may become the bitterness of the next; the

ring, the curl of hair, the locket, the picture, that to-day are a

treasure of hope and happiness, to-morrow may be only weapons of

bitterness that stab at every view. The silent inflexibility of God

in upholding laws that work out such terrible agonies and suffering

is something against which the human heart moans and chafes

through all ancient literature. "The gods envy the happy," was the

construction put upon the problem of life as the old sages viewed

it.

But in this second scene of the story of the sisters of Bethany

we have that view of God which is the only one powerful enough to

soothe and control the despair of the stricken heart. It says to us

that behind this seeming inflexibility, this mighty and most needful

upholding of law, is a throbbing, sympathizing heart,--bearing with

us the sorrow of this struggling period of existence, and pointing

to a perfect fulfillment in the future.

The story opens most remarkably. In the absence of the Master, the

brother is stricken down with deadly disease. Forthwith a hasty

messenger is dispatched to Jesus. "Lord, he whom thou lovest is

sick." Here is no prayer expressed; but human language could not be

more full of all the elements of the best kind of prayer. It is the

prayer of perfect trust,--the prayer of love that has no shadow of

doubt. If only we let Jesus know we are in trouble, we are helped.

We need not ask, we need only say, "He whom thou lovest is sick,"

and he will understand, and the work will be done. We are safe with

him.

Then comes the seeming contradiction--the trial of faith--that

gives this story such a value: "Now Jesus loved Martha and her

sister and Lazarus. When, _therefore_, he heard that he was sick,

he abode two days in the same place where he was." Because he loved

them, he delayed; because he loved them, he resisted that most

touching appeal that heart can make,--the appeal of utter trust. We

can imagine the wonder, the anguish, the conflict of spirit, when

death at last shut the door in the face of their prayers. Had God

forgotten to be gracious? Had he in anger shut up his tender mercy?

Did not Jesus love them? Had he not power to heal? Why then had he

suffered this? Ah! this is exactly the strait in which thousands of

Christ's own beloved ones must stand in the future; and Mary and

Martha, unconsciously to themselves, were suffering with Christ in

the great work of human consolation. Their distress and anguish and

sorrow were necessary to work out a great experience of God's love,

where multitudes of anguished hearts have laid themselves down as on

a pillow of repose, and have been comforted.

Something--of this is shadowed in the Master's words: "This sickness

is not unto death, but for the glory of God,--that the Son of God

might be glorified thereby." What was that glory of God? Not most

his natural power, but his sympathetic tenderness, his loving heart.

What is the glory of the Son of God? Not the mere display of power,

but power used to console, in manifesting to the world that this

cruel _death_--the shadow that haunts all human life, that appalls

and terrifies, that scatters anguish and despair--is _not_ death,

but the gateway of a brighter life, in which Jesus shall restore

love to love, in eternal reunion.

In the scene with the sisters before the Saviour arrives, we are

struck with the consideration in which the family is held. This

house is thronged with sympathizing friends, and, as appears from

some incidents afterwards, friends among the higher classes of the

nation. Martha hears of the approach of Jesus, and goes forth to

meet him.

In all the scene which follows we are impressed with the dignity

and worth of Martha's character. We see in the scene of sorrow that

Martha has been the strong, practical woman, on whom all rely in

the hour of sickness, and whose energy is equal to any emergency.

We see her unsubdued by emotion, ready to go forth to receive

Jesus, and prompt to meet the issues of the moment. We see, too,

that the appreciation of the worth of her character, which had led

him to admonish her against the materialistic tendencies of such

a nature, was justified by the fruits of that rebuke. Martha had

grown more spiritual by intercourse with the Master, and as she

falls at Jesus's feet, the half-complaint which her sorrow wrings

from her is here merged in the expression of her faith: "Lord,

if thou hadst been here my brother had not died; but I know that

even now, whatsoever thou wilt ask of God, God will give it to

thee. Jesus saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise again." Like

every well-trained religious Jew of her day, Martha was versed in

the doctrine of the general resurrection. That this belief was

a more actively operating motive with the ancient Jewish than

with the modern Christian Church of our day, is attested by the

affecting history of the martyrdom of the mother and her seven sons

in the Book of Maccabees. Martha therefore makes prompt answer,

"I know that he shall rise again in the resurrection at the last

day." Jesus answered her in words which no mere mortal could

have uttered,--words of a divine fullness of meaning,--"I am the

Resurrection and the Life: he that believeth in me, though dead,

shall live, and whosoever believeth in me is immortal."

In these words he claims to be the great source of Life,--the

absolute Lord and Controller of all that relates to life, death, and

eternity; and he makes the appeal to Martha's faith: "Believest thou

this?" "Yea, Lord," she responds, "I believe thou art the Christ of

God that should come into the world." And then she runs and calls

her sister secretly, saying, "The Master is come and calleth for

thee." As a majestic symphony modulates into a tender and pathetic

minor passage, so the tone of the narrative here changes to the most

exquisite pathos. Mary, attended by her weeping friends, comes and

falls at Jesus's feet, and sobs out: "Lord, if thou hadst been here

my brother had not died!"

It indicates the delicate sense of character which ever marked

the intercourse of our Lord, that to this helpless, heart-broken

child prostrate at his feet he addresses no appeal to reason or

faith. He felt within himself the overwhelming power of that tide

of emotion which for the time bore down both reason and faith in

helpless anguish. With such sorrow there was no arguing, and Jesus

did not attempt argument; for the story goes on: "When Jesus saw her

weeping, and the Jews also weeping that came with her, he groaned in

spirit and was troubled; and he said, Where have ye laid him? And

they said, Lord, come and see. Jesus wept." Those tears interpreted

for all time God's silence and apparent indifference to human

suffering; and wherever Christ is worshiped as the brightness of

the Father's glory and the express image of his person, they bear

witness that the God who upholds the laws that wound and divide

human affections still feels with us the sorrow which he permits.

"In all our afflictions he is afflicted."

And now came the sublime and solemn scene when he who had claimed to

be Resurrection and Life made good his claim. Standing by the grave

he called, as he shall one day call to all the dead: "Lazarus, come

forth!" And here the curtain drops over the scene of restoration.

We do not see this family circle again till just before the final

scene of the great tragedy of Christ's life. The hour was at hand,

of suffering, betrayal, rejection, denial, shame, agony, and death;

and with the shadow of this awful cloud over his mind, Jesus comes

for the last time to Jerusalem. To the eye of the thoughtless,

Jesus was never so popular, so beloved, as at the moment when he

entered the last week of his life at Jerusalem. Palm branches and

flowers strewed his way, hosannas greeted him on every side, and

the chief-priests and scribes said, "Perceive ye how ye prevail

nothing? Behold the world is gone after him!" But the mind of Jesus

was wrapped in that awful shade of the events that were so soon to

follow.

He passes out, after his first day in Jerusalem, to Bethany, and

takes refuge in this dear circle. There they make him a feast,

and Martha served, but Lazarus, as a restored treasure, sits at

the table. Then took Mary a pound of ointment, very precious, and

anointed the head of Jesus, and anointed his feet with the ointment,

and wiped them with her hair.

There is something in the action that marks the poetic and sensitive

nature of Mary. Her heart was overburdened with gratitude and love.

She longed to give something, and how little was there that she

could give! She buys the most rare, the most costly of perfumes,

breaks the vase, and sheds it upon his head. Could she have put

her whole life, her whole existence, into that fleeting perfume

and poured it out for him, she gladly would have done it. That was

what the action said, and what Jesus understood. Forthwith comes

the criticism of Judas: "What a waste! It were better to give the

money to the poor than to expend it in mere sentimentalism." Jesus

defended her with all the warmth of his nature, in words tinged with

the presentiment of his approaching doom: "Let her alone; she is

come aforehand to anoint my body for the burial." Then, as if deeply

touched with the reality of that love which thus devoted itself to

him, he adds, "Wheresoever this Gospel shall be preached throughout

the world, there shall what this woman hath done be had in

remembrance." The value set upon pure love, upon that unconsidering

devotion which gives its best and utmost freely and wholly, is

expressed in these words. A loving God seeks love; and he who thus

spoke is he who afterward, when he appeared in glory, declared his

abhorrence of lukewarmness in his followers: "I would thou wert cold

or hot; because thou art lukewarm I will spew thee out of my mouth."

It is significant of the change which had passed upon Martha that no

criticism of Mary's action in this case came from her. There might

have been a time when this inconsiderate devotion of a poetic nature

would have annoyed her and called out remonstrance. In her silence

we feel a sympathetic acquiescence.

After this scene we meet the family no more. Doubtless the

three were among the early watchers upon the resurrection

morning;--doubtless they were of the number among whom Jesus stood

after the resurrection, saying, "Peace be unto you";--doubtless they

were of those who went out with him to the Mount of Olives when he

was taken up into heaven; and doubtless they are now with him in

glory: for it is an affecting thought that no human personality is

ever lost or to be lost. In the future ages it may be our happiness

to see and know those whose history has touched our hearts so deeply.

One lesson from this history we pray may be taken into every

mourning heart. The Apostle says that Jesus upholds all things by

the word of his power. The laws by which accident, sickness, loss,

and death are constantly bringing despair and sorrow to sensitive

hearts, are upheld by that same Jesus who wept at the grave of

Lazarus, and who is declared to be Jesus Christ, the same yesterday

and forever. When we see the exceeding preciousness of human love

in his eyes, and realize his sympathetic nature, and then remember

that he is RESURRECTION AND LIFE, can we not trust him with our

best beloved, and look to him for that hour of reunion which he has

promised?

The doctrine of the resurrection of the body is a precious

concession to human weakness and human love. How dear the outward

form of our child,--how distressing to think we shall never see it

again! But Christ promises we shall. Here is a mystery. St. Paul

says, that as the seed buried in the earth is to the new plant or

flower, so is our present mortal body to the new immortal one that

shall spring from it. It shall be our friend, our child, familiar to

us with all that mysterious charm of personal identity, yet clothed

with the life and beauty of the skies; and then the Lord God will

wipe away all tears from all faces.

THE END.

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