stuffiness. Warmth enters the cave, drying up the damp walls, tempering the chill. Lazarus begins to feel some relief from the terrible sense of confinement. Hope breaks in upon him. His longing to be free increases. His love for God is enkindled. But it is only the beginning—the first stirring of divine life as he begins to awaken from the stupor of spiritual death. Now comes the strong cry of Jesus, which Lazarus heard in his inmost being—a sound that sent the walls of his inner prison crashing