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Lazarus was listening for Jesus long before he died. He would hear his friend’s voice on the road of an afternoon and rush to find his sisters.
“Martha, bring the good olives. Mary, set out your finest cheese. I will get the water to wash his feet.”
He listened for the voice on his sickbed, his deathbed, and in the tomb, he listened.