(Republished because the first time the end was cut off-one of those technological difficulties I haven’t figured out as I use my phone and my computer when writing a blog. One to upload pictures and the other to type with…)
It’s true I’ve been running a low-grade temperature for days, but the truest of truths is that I wanted to be alone. Everyone else went to Wednesday night church, the second evening service in the season of Lent. Not long after my sister started texting me, and somehow we got to talking about Mary and Martha.
Following the minor hospitality fiasco at their house, Jesus told Martha Mary had chosen the better portion. Rather than Martha-ing away for the guests, it seems as though then it would be better to be a “Mary”. Though I’ve always identified with Mary more than Martha–certain I would be the one sitting at his feet–I never liked the unequal leveling of the sisters. It isn’t right for Jesus to love Mary more.
But Jesus doesn’t love Mary more than He loves Martha. In John 11:5, “Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus.” Jesus loved Martha, and Mary isn’t even named! For reasons unstated, when the two sisters hear the news Jesus is coming, Mary stays home, remaining seated. Martha leaves the house to go meet Him.
It is Martha then who gets the longest dialogue with Jesus, and I believe, speaks some of the strongest, most faith-filled words in the entire Bible.
Martha returns to her sister, and only after hearing Jesus is here and asking for her does she rise up quickly to go and find Him. In John 11:31, perhaps we get the answer now why Mary hadn’t gone before, “When the Jews who were with her in the house, consoling her, saw Mary rise quickly and go out, they followed her, supposing she was going to the tomb to weep there.”
Not long after that Jesus wept, too,
prompting then the Jews to say,
“See how He loved him!”
Isn’t it blessed and wonderful, friends?
Truly Jesus loves us all!