The story of Lazarus is a strange one (John 11:1-43). One of the things that struck me was that everyone gets their point of view except the person whose existence is changed the most. To go from being dead to alive is a big thing. So, I imagined Lazarus emerging from the dark tomb, pale and blinking in the sunlight. This evening at church we will have a talk on this passage and it will be compared with the resurrection of Jesus. But as with Jesus we don’t know what it felt like to wake from your own death and we don’t know what happened during that death. Maybe one of the most profound theological questions is: ‘What happened on Saturday?’
In our modern world we use our hands in very limited ways. I am typing this text but it makes no difference if I hit the keys hard or with only the slightest touch. I could be creating these words on a tablet which requires even less physical effort. Yet, when I do art, I need to learn how to use my hands in a different way. However hard I try my emotions will come out in the marks I make. There is a mysterious communication between eye, brain and hand.
I did this study to prepare for a larger picture of Jesus. While I was doing it I was struck how much he used his hands. To heal and touch, to wash feet and prepare food. His hands became an extension of His spirit.