Then for the first time came those words that have brought balm into thousands of broken hearts, and hope into countless tear-blind eyes.
"I am the resurrection and the life. He that believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?"
Martha looked up reverently. "Yea, Lord, I believe that Thou art the Christ, the Son of God which should come into the world."
A great peace came over her troubled spirit as she hurried to her home, where the many friends still sat who had come to comfort them. A number of them were from Jerusalem, and she knew that among them were some who were unfriendly to her brother's friend.
So she quietly called her sister from the room, whispering, "The Master is come, and calleth for thee!"
Those who sat there thought they were going to the grave to weep, as was the custom. So they rose also, and followed at a little distance.
Mary met Him with the same exclamation that her sister had uttered, and fell at His feet.
He, seeing in her white face the marks of the deep grief she had suffered, was thrilled to the depths of His humanity by the keenest sympathy. His tears fell too, at the sight of hers.
"Behold how He loved Lazarus!" said a man to the one who stood beside him.