‘Unbind him and let him go.’
Lazarus … dead … in his wrappings. He is neatly bound, dressed with love and care, bound and unmoving……
tight wrapped, soft wrappings, swathed with love and tears, like cotton wool, but tight.
It’s a place of waiting he’s in, waiting, not doing. Waiting for something, anything, to happen.
Waiting in the death, in the absence of life.
What is desired now for this much loved brother and friend?
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Even in precious life we tie up our loved ones, wrapping them in our desires.
This will be better, won’t it! I really care, so better behave in this way! It will be for the best, you’ll see!
So many restrictions …. do it this way … here’s your timetable … don’t be late!
It’s because I love you, you see!
Clip the wings … no flying … no risks or excitement … only the place of restriction.
Unbind me … Unbind me ……
I want to move, wriggle, stretch and be free.
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Christ-love does not hold in restriction. Christ-love brings escape from the bindings, giving freedom to flight and lightness to life.
Love one another …… love and let go.
‘Release him and let him go!’
And Lazarus danced with life and delight, released by those who loved him.
Beauty from Chaos 