Ezekiel the prophet brought bad news to God’s chosen but good too. Ditto Paul to the Romans, who told of Jesus the savior bringing life to our perishable bodies.

Ezekiel delivers the ultimate promise from God, quoting him:

12 Therefore prophesy, and say to them: Thus saith the Lord God: Behold I will open your graves, and will bring you out of your sepulchres, O my people: and will bring you into the land of Israel..

13 And you shall know that I am the Lord, when I shall have opened your sepulchres, and shall have brought you out of your graves, O my people:

Paul tells Romans the same thing:

11 And if the Spirit of him who raised up Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised up Jesus Christ from the dead will give life to your perishable bodies too, for the sake of his Spirit who dwells in you.

This is great news, to say the least. It solves the ultimate mystery. These two short (5th Sunday Lent, 3/9/08) passages lead to John’s long account of the raising of Lazarus.

He’s sick and not long for this world, or so people thought. Jesus decided to use him to make the Ezekiel point about graves opening — and to anticipate the Paul point about resurrection.

The body was in Judea, where they were laying for Jesus. “You’re sure you want to go back there?” his people asked him. He answered mysteriously about a twelve-hour day (of daylight, we presume) and stumbling in the dark, meaning let’s go before it’s dark.

There was the back-and-forth with the dead man’s sister, who unwittingly sets him up for his clinching argument, “I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me, even if he dies, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die.”

He immediately puts it to her: “Do you believe this?” She can’t say yes fast enough. This was Martha, who got something of a bum rap earlier for getting tied up in housework when something big was happening — the biggest she would ever come up against. It was a mistake she wasn’t going to make twice.

She sends for Mary, who gets up to go and meet Jesus outside of town. “The Jews,” present everywhere you turn in these stories, follow her. She arrives shaking with grief. He catches his breath at the sight: this Mary broken up, racked with sobbing. He groans and cries.

“The Jews” see it. Some of them get nasty about it: “Could not the one who opened the eyes of the blind man have done something so that this man would not have died?”

Jesus goes into action. Roll the stone away, he says. The body will smell awfully, says Martha, the practical one. “Didn’t I tell you not to be that way?” Jesus says. The stone is removed, Jesus prays to the Father, he issues the call: “Lazarus, come out!”

He comes out: “Untie him and let him go,” says Jesus, and the rest is history — the gospel truth, we might say.

As for those “Jews,” they are pretty much understood to be the Jewish authorities. “Johannine [John] Christians” were Jews in conflict on the basic issue of messianic identity. This gospel, a sustained argument for Jesus as messiah, is for Jews who knew Greek, to convert them or to defeat them in an argument.

The late Rev. Raymond Brown, a Catholic scholar of the first water, concedes anti-Jewish sentiment here. At the very least, there was rivalry, sometimes intense. That’s how it was in those days.

I read yesterday . . . about God the stern leader . . . a sudden blow . . . death and destruction . . . Ezekiel the messenger . . . learning the hard way . . .

. . . from Ezekiel 24:15-23:

The word of the LORD came to me:
Son of man, by a sudden blow . . .

. . . the Lord God to His man at the helm, as ever mincing no words . . .

I am taking away from you the delight of your eyes,
but do not mourn or weep or shed any tears.
Groan in silence, make no lament for the dead,

. . . The listener shudders . . .

. . . bind on your turban, put your sandals on your feet,
do not cover your beard, and do not eat the customary bread.

He grips his fist, grits his teeth, tells his listeners, barely able to say it . . .

That evening my wife died,

and the next morning I did as I had been commanded.

The people ask, what about us? He listens, the Lord God “says to the house of Israel,

I will now desecrate my sanctuary, the stronghold of your pride,
the delight of your eyes, the desire of your soul.
The sons and daughters you left behind shall fall by the sword.

If that sounds bad to you, you have got the message.

Ezekiel shall be a sign for you: all that he did you shall do when it happens.

To what end?

It’s how you shall know that I am the LORD.

. . . learning the hard way.

You shall do as I have done, not covering your beards or eating the customary bread. Your turbans shall remain on your heads, your sandals on your feet. You shall not mourn or weep, but you shall rot away because of your sins and shall groan . . .

Here they have the no-nonsense God, speaking through His priest Ezekiel, His ambassador to His chosen people . . .

Or, put another way, more concisely, by translator Knox (further modified), Ezekiel speaking:

The Lord came to me, said he was going to take from me what I love most, told me to shed no tear over it, give into no sighing, show no grief, engage in no mourning.

So it happened. In the morning I told people what He had said, my wife died at sunset. Next day, I did what the Lord had told me to do, and the people were all agog to know the meaning of what I did.

I told them, the Lord has spoken to me, giving me a message for the race of Israel: he means to profane his own sanctuary, that proud boast of yours, which you love so, trembling ever for its safety.

Sons and daughters of yours, left behind at Jerusalem, will die at sword’s point. As I do now, you will do then — no veils on your faces, no mourner look on you, rather heads covered, feet shod, from you neither dole nor lament, but each of you sighing in his neighbour’s ear, ever under the load of your guilt.

Again, God’s people learning the hard way . . .