We come to the end of Holy Week. Hopes and dreams are crushed. Jesus suffers, bleeds, dies on a cross. Jesus cried out, “Abba, forgive.”
Mary Magdalene gathers her memories together and heads for the tomb where Jesus is buried. It is very early and so dark. And yet she sees that the stone was moved away from the entrance. How can that be? What’s happened? Where is he? Who has taken him?
The linen cloths covering Jesus’ body were still there. The cloth used to cover his face was there, neatly folded and placed to one side.
Mary begins to cry. As she cried she turns and sees Jesus standing there, but she didn’t recognize him.
“Why do you weep? Who are you looking for?” he asks.
“Where have you put him?” she asks.
“Mary,” is the response.
And Mary knew it was Jesus.
He said, “Go tell my friends that I am alive!”
Jesus called her by name!
Her hopes and dreams are alive again!
Jesus is living, loving and active in life!
It is a time for joyous celebration!
The impossible has happened!
Christ is alive in a new way and calls us into marvelous joy!
Hallelujah! Jesus is alive! Nothing will ever be the same again!
Thanks be to God!