Easter, the day of my Lord's Resurrection, is my favorite holiday.
I try to imagine how Mary Magdalene felt as she slowly walked to the tomb that morning where her Lord was laid two days before. I speculate that she felt confused, distraught, and perhaps abandoned by this Man who had shown her so much love and mercy.
Perhaps she was reliving the evening she intruded into the room where Jesus was fellowshipping with the Pharisees. How they glared at her that night as she boldly entered, not caring what they thought, seeking to not only break open and pour out her precious ointment, but also her broken and grateful heart upon the One who loved her unconditionally.
Only she really knew the sins from which He had set her free. She knew and He knew. Yet, He treated her as if she had never sinned her whole life.
And now, He's gone! How can that be?
What was she to do now?
Who would love her now?
She approaches the tomb and slowly looks up to notice a gleam of light coming from the tomb.
"Whatever can that possibly be?" she wonders.
Getting closer she notices that the stone has been rolled away.
"Who's in there?" she anxiously ponders. "Is someone trying to steal my Lord's body out of the tomb?
"Where are the guards who were standing watch? Perhaps they have entered the tomb to take away His body."
Many thoughts are scrambling around in her head as she cautiously approaches and peeks in, the light nearly blinding her eyes.
A man stands inside enshrouded in glorious light! No, wait, it's not a man! It's an angel!
"Has my grief caused me to become delirious?" she wonders.
He speaks to her, "Mary, what is the matter?"
She replies frighteningly, "Where is my Lord ... who has taken His body?"
He reaches toward her to reassure and calm her as he answers, "He is not here. He is risen just as He said. Go, tell His disciples that Christ the Lord is risen today!"
She drops everything and hastens away as fast as her feet can run, losing her sandals, nearly tripping over them as she runs with the news.
My own heart pounds as I imagine myself in her place.
The disciples didn't believe her at first until, not long after, Jesus Himself appeared to them.
Why should they believe her? Who did she think she was?
She was just like me ... a sinner forgiven for all the ways she had sinned and messed up her life. He changed her life and gave her the love that she had looked for but could not find until she met Him.
Her accusers had handed her over to Him to be stoned, but He astounded them all when His eyes pierced into theirs as He spoke, "He who is without sin, cast the first stone."
The next thing she knew, she was standing alone before Him. That moment changed her life forever when He said that He didn't condemn her and gave her the grace to "go and sin no more!"
It impresses me that this one who was thrown at His feet and condemned to be stoned, later became the one chosen to give the disciples the most life-changing news ever to be broadcast -- He is risen!
Yep, I know who she felt! I have and I am still experiencing that grace.
No other god has laid down its life for its worshippers. But my God did! Not only did He die in my place, but He arose from the grave, conquering death and Hell for me so that I can live with the eternal hope of never dying -- but rather, simply passing from this world into a glorious Heaven that He is preparing for me.
I pray that everyone reading this will choose to make Christ Jesus the Living Lord of their life today!
And God Said ...
I said, "God, I hurt."
And God said, "I know."
I said, "God, I cry a lot."
And God said, "That's why I gave you tears."
I said, "God, I am so depressed."
And God said, That's why I gave you sunshine."
I said, "God, life is so hard."
And God said, That's why I gave you loved ones."
I said, "God, my loved one died."
And God said, "So did mine."
I said, "God, it is such a loss."
And God said, I saw mine nailed to a cross."
I said, "God, where are they now?"
and God said, "Mine is on my right and yours are in the light."
I said, "God, it hurts."
And God said, "I know."
-- By K.C. and Myke Kuzmic (Posted on the wall at the Oklahoma
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