You remember Mary, the sister who has entombed herself inside that house, enraged and bitter and heart-broken and disappointed. Jesus calls to Mary, and she emerges from her prison of despair and, like her sister, let's Jesus have it. She pours it out, all her anger and fury, all her fury over suffering and death. Jesus doesn't respond, he doesn't tell her not to cry, he doesn't say give her any pat answers to why death happens. And so once again he moves, this time to the tomb where Lazarus lies rotting.
Death stinks, and everybody knew it.
And out comes Lazarus, once dead now alive again Lazarus, restored to life by the voice of Jesus, restored to Mary and Martha. Maybe its to get us to see that where Jesus is, be it at the entrance of a smelly tomb or the closed door to a house of pain, be it in an oncology ward hooked up to IVs and radiation machines, or be it in the middle of a messy divorce, there is life.