Mary’s Testimony: “I’ve seen the Lord!”
My agony knew no bounds when my Lord was captured through the conspiracy of Judas, the religious leaders, the Roman government, the faithless Jews and the godless gentiles. The hands, the side and the brow drenched in blood gripped my heart and I could not take my eyes away from Him. The jeering from the soldiers and the mockery of the priests, the demand of the crowd and the disappearance of the disciples; they all dug in me an abyss of confusion. And judging by the testimony of the people against Him, I wonder if I ever knew the Man upon the tree. The sight was so horrifying that I forgot all He taught in over three years. But one thing would not leave my mind: how He ripped me off the grip of demons. The grip of His love was so tight on me.
That evening, the cross was taken out of sight, but not out of my heart. The end had come. My Lord lay in the grave. But I would pay Him my last homage. That blessed morning, in the company of my sisters, I took the kingly spices and perfumes to anoint His body. The first surprise was that the stone had been rolled away from the grave. When we got closer, alas! The grave was open and empty. The body of my Lord was gone!
Tears rolled down my cheeks. Where did they keep the body of my Lord? Who took His body away? The testimony of the angels could not lift my heart from the abyss of sorrow. The folded linens were not sufficient evidence. My sorrow grew even more intense when one came behind me, asking the same question: why are you crying? I was sincerely angry. Don't these people understand what He meant to me? He is my Lord and Deliverer! I put it straight to him: “Tell me where you hid my Lord and I will go get Him!”
Then He called my name: “Mary!” At the echo of His voice, lightening of joy struck through my heart and, in a moment, it lifted my heart above the sorrows. I needed not the testimony of the angels to know it was my Lord, for I heard His voice. Though I did not touch Him, His resurrection life touched my spirit. My spirit was lifted at the sight of the risen Saviour. The lie of the priests was dispelled, not by the strength of argument, but by living evidence. “Rabboni!” I exclaimed. My teacher is alive!
On my way back from the grave, my mournful elegy gave way to joyful song: “I have seen the Lord.” This is my testimony. Even if the whole world does not believe and the lie of the Devil prevails over many; even if reasoning proposes some seemingly reasonable claims and science would faith not endure; my testimony abides forever because I have seen the Lord. I believe, not because the grave was empty, not because the angels told me, but because I saw the Lord. Even His disciples did not believe my testimony at first. But when they too saw the Lord, they believed. When you too see the risen Lord, you will believe that my Lord Jesus is alive forever. Praise the Lord! (John 20:1-18; Luke 24:1-12; Mark 16: 1-11; Matthew 28:1-10)