In my quiet time, I’m reading through the gospel accounts of the last days of Jesus, something I do during the Lenten season.
Yesterday when I was reading, I thought of you.
I read (in John 20) how Mary Magdalene went to the tomb on that third day. It was dark outside… in those tender hours before dawn, how dark her heart must have been too…how heavy. I imagine her nerves were ragged and raw after the horror of watching Jesus, her friend…her “Lord”, die a horrible death.
Grief is an all-consuming companion.
When Mary got to the tomb, a tragedy that couldn’t get any worse-couldn’t possibly be any more painful, did get worse… more painful.
At least from her perspective, because the tomb was empty.
Jesus wasn’t there.
After the drama of telling the disciples and the chaos of examining the tomb and no doubt frenzied discussion about what happened …Mary was left there at the empty tomb.
Alone with her all-consuming grief. Alone wondering why he had to die and now…why someone had taken his body.
Pain heaped on pain.
As despair poured out of her in the form of tears, a man came up behind her and asked,
“Woman, why are you crying…?
She thought he was the gardner, thought desperately that he may have been the one who took the body of her Lord…
“Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you put him…”
I can hear her brokenness, feel her grasping for answers, grasping for something–anything…
And then it happened.
He said her name.
He called her by name and her eyes were opened and she saw Him…she saw Jesus. Right there with her.
When I was reading this my friends, that’s the moment I thought of you. So many of you have shared your hurts with me and I know so many more are in a dark place feeling very alone.
Does Jesus seem to be missing from your pain?
I don’t know how He might choose to do it sweet one, but my prayer is, that He meets you in your dark place…
…that He calls you by name. And that your eyes are opened to see Him close…
Sending love sweet friends