(She thought He was the gardener!)
I like to post this on Easter morning, every year. If only we could share in Mary’s rapturous astonishment! But maybe we can… a little.
It’s so hard to imagine. He was her savior. She loved Him. She saw Him tortured and killed, and put into a tomb. And then she saw Him again, and he spoke her name.
That’s how the world was changed.
That’s what we must remember.