My name is Lazarus.   I am living proof of resurrection from the dead. More importantly, I am proof of the power of God in one of my oldest and dearest friends. I think I have been spared the grave to be a witness to Jesus’ authenticity, and right now he really needs it.  The problem is that my being raised from the dead, brought many to believe, but has angered many others.  The word is that there is a definite plot to kill Jesus now. Surely, his raising me from the dead has something to do with that.   I have thought a lot about it. I vacillate between fear for Jesus and gratitude and joy that I live.  It is a confusing time for me and for Jesus, but this is not new to us.  So many evenings over the fire with Mary and Martha serving us dinner, he and I had long discussions about what his teaching, preaching and healing might cause. Now he raised me from the dead, truly scary stuff. Jesus is not at all naïve about the fear in ...