Six days before the Passover, we were at Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Two miles from Jerusalem, the city was already full of people coming for the Passover. Jesus decided to stay with his best friends.
We followed them to the tomb. Jesus, once more deeply moved, asked to be taken to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone laid across the entrance. “Take away the stone,” he said. “But, Lord,” said Martha, “by this time there is a bad odor, for he has been there four days.”
We arrived in Bethany, and Jesus asked a man that was passing by about Lazarus. “He’s been in the tomb for four days now,” Thomas looked around nervously. Bethany was less than two miles from Jerusalem, and many Jews had come to Martha and Mary to comfort them in the loss of their brother. If Jesus were seen, word would get back to Jesus’ enemies that he was back.
One day a man came running up to us. He stopped, gasping for air. In between breaths, he told us he was from Bethany. A town about a mile away from Jerusalem. A town we've been avoiding since there were people there plotting to kill Jesus. "I must speak with Jesus," he said. "Why," Peter asked, looking at the man suspiciously. "Lazarus is sick!"