John 11:1-46 John 12:1-11 There were times when Lazarus wished he were dead back in the childhood years, when Martha wrestled with Mary's head and Mary bit her sister's ears: life must be more in Bethany than to be his sisters' referee. Now Martha was a pair of hands that labored till they nearly bled. She conquered all domestic lands and baked for them a house of bread. How hard it was for Mary to listen to the music in her sister's kitchen. For Mary was a singing heart whose voice beat paths to highest heaven with perfumed breath and incensed art her prayer rose like laughing leaven. How often Martha seemed to wait for Mary's dreams to clean her plate. "Score one for Martha," Lazarus quoted within his book of philosophy. "For the first thing that our Savior noted was Martha's hospitality. From this I glean without dispute that practical matters are the proper pursuit.” Then he who had judged so many rounds of the Beauty/Truth parade was stunned by the voice of silent sounds his sister Mary made. Their Master took her side of the debate-- "They also serve who only stand and wait." Finally, Lazarus had to die to give them stereoscopic sight, little knowing that each watered eye was only practicing what it must soon recite. Each now saw the other side of that one talent which is death to hide. After the beautiful work of rebirth Martha went back to preparing a meal Mary anointed the body of incomparable worth, both truth and beauty had learned to kneel. Together they laughed at the disciples' worried heads for both of them knew there was plenty of bread. As they grew in stature and grace and girlish ways became the ladies Lazarus loved their dual embrace which barred for him the gate to Hades. When Lazarus finally died he knew this: that Mary and Martha would share a kiss.