John 24:1-18 (cont.)
Mary Magdalene's heart was so heavy that she just had to be with Jesus' dead body, had to lament and mourn over him, had to be as close as she could to the empty shell of his flesh that was all she thought she had left of him. Peter and John had run to the tomb, saw what there was to see, and gone away, but she had to remain, to weep, to mourn. He had given her her only hope, and now he was gone. You can hear the torment in her words as she answers the angels, "they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him." I have no hope left, and now I don't even have his corpse to cry over. Likewise, to the "gardener," "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away." You've disturbed his tomb; please let me lay him to rest, care for what is left of him. Can't you please give a broken
, hopeless again woman just that much?
Was it Jesus radically different appearance that caused her not to recognize him, or her own tear-filled eyes?
At last he speaks her name, and her hope is alive again!
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