Somewhat off topic but applicable, my parents knew someone who named their child Zerubbabel.
I’m struck by how Jesus never said the wrong thing. He didn’t respond off the cuff, He always responded in such a way that His words said exactly what He meant. (Even if those listening didn’t always get it.) But He obviously listened to what people were saying and what they intended, and answered accordingly.
Seriously, sometimes I don’t know how Jesus kept His patience with the disciples. He tells them Lazarus is sleeping and that He needs to go wake Him, and they take it completely literally that they need to go travel into a dangerous place so that Jesus can be an alarm clock for a sick man. I can just imagine Jesus saying “Lazarus is dead” and them going, “….oh.”
It’s touching that Jesus was so moved by Mary, Martha’s mourning that He wept. He knew that in moments their sorrow would be joy, but He still took the time to empathize instead of rushing past their feelings to fix the problem.
Oh, I love this example of grace in the story of Lazarus. “All that human agency could do was left to man.” Man could tell Christ of Lazarus’ death, tell Him where the body was laid, roll the stone away, take off the funeral clothes. But only Christ could raise Him from the dead.