From the lips of Lazarus . . . Living after you have died is strange. You appreciate life like never before. Martha’s lentil soup never tasted so good. Even the capers, which I had never relished, were suddenly exquisite. It had been months since Jesus brought me back to the realm of the living. And as was His custom, the Teacher visited us once again on His way to Jerusalem. We did not know it at the time, but this visit would mark the… Read more