So the sisters sent for him, saying, “Lord, look, the one you love is sick.”
Now Jesus loved Martha, and her sister, and Lazarus.
All those I love, I rebuke and chasten. So be zealous and repent.
Erastus remained in Corinth, and I left Trophimus sick in Miletus.
One of his disciples, whom Jesus loved, was reclining against Jesus’s chest.
Then the Jews said, “See how he loved him!”
He said these things, and after that, he said to them, “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep, but I am going so that I may wake him up from sleep.”
As for the holy people who are in the earth, they are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.
He said, “Now take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go into the land of Moriah. Offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains which I will tell you of.”
Now a certain man was sick, Lazarus from Bethany, of the village of Mary and her sister, Martha.
When the Lord saw her, he felt gut-wrenching sympathy for her and said to her, “Don’t cry.”
This was the Mary who had anointed the Lord with ointment and wiped his feet with her hair, whose brother Lazarus was sick.
Then Martha said to Jesus, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother wouldn’t have died.
Y’all call me, ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord’ and y’all are right, for that is what I am.
