Lord, If You Had Been Here
What Mary of Bethany Says to the Woman Angry at God
For the woman who believes, and is also devastated. Both are true, and you don’t have to choose.
There is a sentence you might be carrying that you haven’t said out loud.
It sounds something like: I believed you would come through. I prayed. I trusted. I told other people to trust. And then the thing I was most afraid of happened anyway. And I don’t know what to do with that.
Not doubt exactly. Something more specific and more painful than doubt. The particular devastation of someone who was close enough to God to expect something, and then watched it not happen.
If you know that feeling, if you’ve been carrying some version of where were you?, I want to introduce you to a woman who said it out loud.
Directly.
To Jesus’ face.
And what He did with it changed everything I thought I knew about what honest faith looks like.
She Sent Word, and She Waited
She Sent Word and She Waited
Mary of Bethany loved Jesus. That’s established clearly in the Gospels. She was the woman who sat at his feet while her sister Martha worked, who chose the presence of him over the productivity of the moment. She knew him. She trusted him.
So when her brother Lazarus got sick, she and Martha did the most natural thing: they sent word to Jesus. Lord, the one you love is sick. They believed he would come.
Of course he would come.
He loved Lazarus.
He loved them.
He would come.
He didn’t come.
He stayed where he was for two more days. And in those two days, Lazarus got worse and then died and was buried. By the time Jesus arrived in Bethany, Lazarus had been in the tomb for four days.
Four days of grief.
Four days of watching the thing she feared most actually happen.
Four days of wondering where He was.
When someone told Mary that Jesus had finally arrived and was asking for her, she got up quickly and went to him.
…and this is where I need you to pay attention, because what she said when she got there is the most important part of the whole story.
The Most Honest Sentence in the Room
Mary fell at his feet, and she said: Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.
She didn’t soften it.
She didn’t lead with gratitude or add a qualifier about trusting his plan.
She said the hard thing. She said the honest thing.
She said the thing she’d been thinking for four days while her brother was dying and Jesus was somewhere else.
You could have stopped this. You didn’t come. And he died.
I want you to notice something about that sentence.
She called him Lord in the same breath she accused him.
Lord, if you had been here.
Not ‘Jesus’ or ‘teacher’ or his name without the title. Lord. She did not stop believing in who he was while she was devastated by what he hadn’t done. Both things were true at the same time, in the same sentence, and she didn’t choose between them.
“She said ‘Lord’ and ‘where were you’ in the same sentence. That’s not a failure of faith. That’s the most honest kind.”
That is not weak faith.
That is not the beginning of walking away.
That is the most honest, most human, most real kind of faith there is, the kind that refuses to perform something it doesn’t feel, that will not paste a smile over a wound, that brings everything to the feet of Jesus and says: I believe you are Lord. And I am also devastated. Both of those things are true right now and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.
What He Did Instead of Explaining Himself
Here is what Jesus did not do when Mary said what she said.
He did not correct her theology.
He did not explain his timing or defend his choices or point her toward the larger plan she couldn’t see.
He did not tell her that everything happens for a reason or that her brother’s death was serving some greater purpose.
He looked at her weeping.
He saw the people around her weeping.
And he was deeply moved.
The original language suggests something even more visceral than that, that he was troubled in his spirit, that something in him was stirred and shaken by what he was seeing.
And Jesus wept.
Two words.
The shortest verse in the Bible.
And one of the most important.
He wept before he did anything else.
Not after.
Not as a brief acknowledgment before getting to the point.
He entered the grief first.
He sat in it.
He let it matter to him.
He wept with a woman who had just accused him of not coming in time, and he did not correct her before he wept with her.
“He didn’t defend his timing. He didn’t explain himself. He looked at her weeping and wept with her. He entered the grief before He resolved it.”
He entered the grief before he resolved it.
I don’t think that’s incidental.
I think that’s the point.
The miracle was coming, he knew it was coming, he’d told his disciples before they arrived that Lazarus would rise. And still he wept. Still he sat in the pain with Mary before he did anything about it.
He didn’t rush her past her grief to get to the good part.
The Question You’ve Been Afraid to Ask
Here’s what I want to say to the woman who has been carrying her version of “where were you?”
You are allowed to ask it.
Not just allowed, the Bible is full of people who asked it.
David wrote entire songs about feeling abandoned by God.
Job argued with God for thirty-some chapters, and when God finally responded he rebuked Job’s friends who had been offering tidy explanations, not Job who had been asking the hard questions.
Psalm 88, the darkest psalm in Scripture, ends without resolution. The last word is darkness. God left it in the Bible.
These are not the prayers of people who lost their faith.
They are the prayers of people who took their faith seriously enough to bring the real thing.
The question you’ve been afraid to ask out loud is not the thing standing between you and God. It might be the most honest thing you’ve ever brought to him, and if Mary’s story tells us anything, it’s that he can hold it.
He receives the accusation.
He doesn’t flinch.
He weeps with you in it before he moves anything.
He Sits in it With You
I want to be careful here about what I’m promising and what I’m not.
I’m not promising you a Lazarus moment.
I’m not telling you that if you bring your honest question to God he will immediately resolve the thing you’ve been grieving.
Mary’s brother came back from the dead.
Most of our hard things don’t resolve that way.
Most of the time the tomb stays closed and we have to find a different way through.
What I am telling you is this:
He enters the grief before he resolves it.
He sits with you in the hard place before he moves anything.
He receives your ‘where were you’ without correcting it.
He weeps with the people who bring him their devastation without adding a theological disclaimer.
You don’t have to clean up your question before you bring it.
You don’t have to add the silver lining or the trust declaration before He’ll receive it.
You can bring exactly what you have, the faith and the accusation in the same sentence, and He will not turn away.
“Your hardest question is not the thing standing between you and God. It might be the most honest thing you’ve ever brought to Him.”
Mary brought her rawest, most unguarded self to the feet of Jesus. And he called that faith. He wept with her in it. And then, eventually, in his own time, by his own method, he moved.
That’s who you’re bringing your question to.
A Question to Sit With
Before you go, one question, not to answer out loud, just to bring somewhere honest:
What’s the sentence you haven’t said yet? The one that starts with, Lord, if you had been here? What would it mean to stop carrying it alone and bring it, exactly as it is, to the feet of the One who wept before He resolved anything?
You don’t have to have it resolved before you bring it.
That’s not a prerequisite. That’s the whole point.
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