So the sisters sent word to Jesus, “Lord, the one you love is sick.”
Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus.
Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent.
Erastus stayed in Corinth, and I left Trophimus sick in Miletus.
One of them, the disciple whom Jesus loved, was reclining next to him.
Then the Jews said, “See how he loved him!”
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.”
I say of the holy people who are in the land, “They are the noble ones in whom is all my delight.”
Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, whom you love—Isaac—and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain I will show you.”
Now a man named Lazarus was sick. He was from Bethany, the village of Mary and her sister Martha.
When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, “Don’t cry.”
(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.)
“Lord,” Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died.
“You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am.