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Raise Your Lazarus And Discover Your Destiny


I once heard a man talk about his Lazarus — and how it opened doors for him. That phrase has stayed with me. Over time, it has influenced how I see purpose, struggle, and calling.

Lazarus, as the story goes, was a close friend of Jesus. It is said that He loved him deeply. But when news reached Him that Lazarus was sick, He didn’t rush to his side. He stayed where He was — for two days.

Imagine that. You’re sick, and your closest friend hears about it. Instead of showing up, they just go about their day. The people around Lazarus must have felt overlooked, unseen. Yet, when Jesus finally spoke, He said something that turned the whole situation inside out:

“This sickness will not end in death. It is for God’s glory.”

If this were a modern story, we might accuse Him of arrogance. Who uses another man’s pain for their own “glory”? And yet, looking deeper, that moment held something profound — a pattern that repeats in our own lives every day.

Walking by Light: The Awareness of Purpose

Before returning to Judea — a place where danger awaited Him — Jesus said something mysterious:

“A man who walks by day will not stumble, for he sees by this world’s light.
It is when he walks by night that he stumbles, for he has no light.”

At face value, it’s about daylight. But beneath it lies a deeper truth. To “walk by day” is to live with clarity — to act with awareness, grounded in purpose and truth. To “walk by night” is to move mindlessly — driven by fear, denial, or pride.

Light isn’t brightness; it’s understanding.
Day isn’t time; it’s clarity.
Walking isn’t motion; it’s direction.

Each of us carries light: our conscience, our awareness, our connection to truth. When we live from that inner light, we see clearly: our patterns, our triggers, our motives. But when we walk in emotional or spiritual darkness — unforgiveness, self-deception, bitterness — we stumble over the same stones again and again, wondering why life feels so heavy.

The Cost of Purpose

When Jesus arrived, Lazarus was already dead. The sisters, Martha and Mary, were devastated. They asked, “Why didn’t you come earlier?”

If you’ve ever tried to live by conviction rather than public opinion, you know that moment when people question your timing, decisions, or silence. When they can’t see the bigger picture of what you’re working toward. Jesus didn’t respond with logic. He wept.

That moment matters because it reminds us that purpose doesn’t make you numb. Walking in light doesn’t mean you stop feeling pain or confusion. It means you stay aware, compassionate, and connected, even when others misunderstand you.

Sometimes walking in light makes you seem slow to act. Sometimes it makes you look foolish. But often, it’s just divine timing unfolding — where you’re called to do what no one else dares to do.

Raising Your Lazarus

What does it mean to follow your Lazarus?

It means going after the things in your life that are dead — the forgotten dreams, neglected causes, or buried callings — and bringing them back to life. It’s walking into what others call impossible, with clarity and courage.

Your Lazarus might be the forgotten children on the streets.
It might be your dream to start a foundation, a school, or a movement.
It might even be a broken relationship, or your own dormant gift that’s been lying in the grave of self-doubt.

When you follow your Lazarus, you’ll attract critics — people who say, “Why you? Who do you think you are?” But you’ll also find allies — people whose faith will rise because you dared to act.

Raising your Lazarus will demand emotional honesty, spiritual depth, and practical wisdom. It will force you to walk through Judea — the places of risk, misunderstanding, and even rejection. But it will also become the clearest revelation of your destiny.

Raise Your Lazarus: Give Yourself, Change Lives

Raising your Lazarus isn’t just about miracles in a storybook. It’s about seeing the dead places around you — the pain, neglect, and abandonment — and choosing to give yourself to bring them life.

Think of it like this: there’s always someone society has ignored. A young girl left to fend for herself, a newborn abandoned in a home, a struggling family on the streets, a community overlooked and marginalized. Your Lazarus lives there. It’s waiting for someone willing to step in, to love, to serve, and to sacrifice.

When Jesus approached Lazarus’ tomb, he didn’t just speak a word — he went to a place of grief, fear, and death. He gave his presence, time, authority, and heart. In doing so, he lifted life where there had been none. Your Lazarus asks for the same courage.

It may cost you. It may draw scrutiny. People may ask, “Why not just give to the church?” or “Why are you taking this on alone?” They may criticize, doubt, or even try to stop you. But the truth is, no one else can raise your Lazarus the way you are meant to. The act of giving — your presence, resources, and heart — is uniquely yours.

Your Lazarus could be anything:

  • Spending your time feeding families that have nowhere to turn.
  • Using your skills to start a small clinic for those who can’t afford care.
  • Mentoring children who have been left behind by society.
  • Offering support to someone society has dismissed as “beyond help.”

It’s not about recognition. It’s not about applause. It’s about moving in love where life has stopped, bringing hope, healing, and purpose.

When you raise your Lazarus, something extraordinary happens: you change more than their life — you change yourself. You discover depth, resilience, and a meaning that cannot be taught in classrooms or found in convenience. You begin to live beyond yourself, aligned with something greater than what the world sees.

Yes, it is challenging. Yes, it may require sacrifices—money, time, comfort, and reputation. But just like Jesus, your giving holds power beyond your imagination. Your Lazarus becomes a beacon, not only to those you help but to everyone who witnesses your courage and compassion.

Therefore, ask yourself today: Where is your Lazarus waiting? Who needs your time, your love, your resources? The stone may be heavy, but your heart is stronger. Step forward, give yourself, and watch life return where it has long been absent.

Raise your Lazarus. Heal others. Discover your destiny.

The Light Within

At its heart, the Lazarus story isn’t just about resurrection — it’s about awakening. It’s about awareness.
It’s about love that refuses to leave what’s broken in the dark. Each of us has a Lazarus — something we’re meant to call forth from the grave. And as you walk in awareness, in light, and in alignment with purpose, you’ll find that what you resurrect in others also resurrects something in you.

Jesus wept — not because He was weak, but because He was awake. And in that moment of divine awareness, He showed us that to follow your Lazarus is to follow the call that brings life to others and to yourself.

Bringing It Home: Your Lazarus and Your Habits

Following your Lazarus isn’t a grand, one-time act (like some of us like to go to a home once a year and give clothes and do CSR) — it’s a daily discipline. Every day, you are either walking in light — building habits that align with your deeper purpose — or stumbling in the dark, trapped by emotion, fear, or distraction.

Your light is awareness. Your habits form the path. When you choose to act with clarity, even in small things — the phone call you’ve postponed, the journal entry you’ve avoided, the forgiveness you’ve delayed — you’re moving dirt away from something hidden.

And just like Lazarus, what you awaken may not look perfect at first. It may come out wrapped in old patterns and fears. But it’s alive — and that’s the beginning of everything.

So today, walk by day.
Choose awareness over avoidance.
Purpose over pressure.
Light over noise.

Why? Because when you follow your Lazarus, you don’t just resurrect a dream — you rediscover your destiny.

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