'Unexplained Event'

 'Write a story about an event that is unexplained'

My brother was terminally ill. We didn't know it at the time. We were hopeful he'd get better, especially as our friend was nicknamed the 'Great Physician'! We sent the 'Great Physician' a message to come as soon as possible to heal His friend, but He didn't come for days. By then, it was too late: our brother was dead, and laid in a tomb.

He was a popular man, well respected in the community. Many people came to pay their respects. Finally, the 'Great Physician' came.

"Where is he?"

He asked, as though he was just taking a nap! I assumed He was just coming for closure, to apologise even for turning up late. He asked me to trust Him, but to be honest, I was just simmering with hurt, anger and disappointment with Him.

My sister felt the same:

"If You'd come in time, my brother would still be here"

she accused Him. He was clearly upset Himself at the death of His friend, but His request took us aback:

"Roll away the stone!" (that sealed the tomb)

"He's been dead four days!"

My sister protested, "there'll be a stench!"

He insisted though, and we trusted Him that He knew what He was doing.

Some of the more burly mourners and well wishers rolled away the stone, and the crowd looked at the 'Great Physician', their faces betraying a mix of curiosity, bemusement, and expectancy. He clearly wasn't just saddened: He was gutted, angry even, at the cruelty of death, the tears that tricked down His face revealed that. Ours was a 'stiff upper lip' kind of society: men weren't supposed to show their emotions. Yet here was this great man weeping unselfconsciously and publicly.

He wasn't just shedding tears, He was crying like a baby, crying out, something to His Father, His Dad. And then He called out to my brother in a loud voice, called him by name:

"Come out!"

There was a gasp in the crowd. Surely this man who could heal the blind couldn't... was He mad? Did the Man in a white coat need the men in white coats?!

The gasps gave way to shouts of incredulous amazement: our brother came out of the tomb, still wrapped like a mummy in his grave clothes, looking unsteady on his feet, and shell-shocked like the rest of us, but very much alive!

"Unwrap him!"

Like a present! Said the 'Great Physician', a massive smile creasing up His bearded face. The funeral for His friend became a jubilant party, an ecstatic celebration of life!

We'd had some bigwigs at the funeral proceedings: religious leaders from the big city. They were the sour-faced exceptions to the jubilation, jealous of the 'Great Physician', and determined to get rid of Him and His followers for seemingly usurping their authority.

My sister and I, my brother included, were under no illusions. This unexplainable miracle could only be explained with one inevitable conclusion: the Great Physician is none other than the Resurrection and the Life. As He Himself said,

"Whoever trusts in me will live forever, even if they die physically!"