Mt 28:1-10 (cont.) - engaging the senses
I am imagining Mary as being grateful to have Mary here to lean on; I wouldn't say actually comforting one another, just being miserably sad together so that both can somehow go on. It is so hard to believe he is gone, so toward dawn we set out to visit the tomb where they hastily laid him on Friday. Again the cool morning air and dampness on the ground - perhaps there was a light rain last night? The sun is rising, but is it a clear day or a cloudy one? It was cloudy where I am today, so perhaps this was the experience of these women, too.
We feel the earth begin to shake, again. It had done so on Friday as he breathed his last, so this memory multiplies the fear we already fear at the quaking of the ground. But who is this bright figure that before our eyes, bleary from our early rising and our grief? Is he rolling the stone away? Why does he now sit upon it?
He is speaking to us, his voice is comforting but his words are strange. Do not be afraid? Tell a bird not to fly! It is all we can do not to fly away ourselves! He is not here, for he is risen? What do you mean, risen? He is inviting us to look, and indeed, his body is not there, and there is no smell of death here. Could he be alive, as this angel has said? Let us go in haste to tell the disciples!
Then, as we rush along our way, there he is! O, precious Rabboni! We fall at his feet for joy and in awe of this wonder! Yes, of course we will tell the brothers whatever you wish!
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