(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.
I like to post this every Easter.
Imagine deepest sorrow turned to highest joy–can you? Imagine the worst wrong you ever saw, suddenly put right. Can you? Have you ever seen something that really was too good to be true, impossibly good–and yet there it was, before your eyes?
The Bible tells us Mary followed Jesus, as a disciple, after he cast seven devils out of her: so she already knew a thing or two about horror, pain, and misery.
Now she is about to learn about joy.