I see the sun coming up over the horizon and I know today is the day.
He’s alive! Jesus is alive.
Early on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb while it was still dark. When she saw that the large stone had been moved away from the tomb, she ran to Simon Peter and the follower whom Jesus loved. Mary said, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him.” John 20:1-2
Imagine being Mary that morning. Going to anoint the body and finding instead an empty tomb.
She had to tell them. Peter and the others.
Then following him, Simon Peter arrived and went into the tomb and saw the strips of linen lying there. He also saw the cloth that had been around Jesus’ head, which was folded up and laid in a different place from the strips of linen. Then the other follower, who had reached the tomb first, also went in. He saw and believed. John 20:6-8
She cries for him. For the man and the savior she lost.
I am always amazed that He chose her first until I think about who He is.
The healer, the comforter, the one who looks past our past to see only who we are in Him.
She thought she had lost Him.
Then, Jesus asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Whom are you looking for?” Thinking he was the gardener, she said to him, “Did you take him away, sir? Tell me where you put him, and I will get him.” Jesus said to her, “Mary.” Mary turned toward Jesus and said in the Jewish language, “Rabboni.” John 20:15-16
Imagine her jubilation. He had returned. All He had told her was true. She told the other followers. They listened.
Mary Magdalene went and said to the followers, “I saw the Lord!” And she told them what Jesus had said to her.John 20:18
On the first day of the week. On that first Easter morning. Jesus came to His faithful and they believed.
As we celebrate the resurrection this Easter morning, my prayer is that we be filled anew with that same sense of wonder and grace.