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Topic: Reading (01/25/07)
By Timothy Oesch
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All seemed but a distant blur as Mary walked steadily onward, each step bringing her closer to the place where she may give honor unto the Messiah. Many spoke ill of Him, but she still believed; she would always believe. None who had dwelled in His presence could speak otherwise unless their eyes were veiled to the testimony of their own soul, for simply to be near Him was an inexpressible joy and His words sweeter than honey to all who believed. At last she came to the tomb, but upon seeing it her heart faltered, for the stone that covered the entrance had been rolled away! What could this mean? Had thieves defiled the body of her Lord?! Swiftly she ran to the entrance and peered in. He was gone!
With all haste she ran to fetch the disciples, of whom she found Peter and the beloved of Christ. Chest heaving she told them what she had seen and they ran as swiftly as they could to see it for themselves, Mary retracing that forlorn path for the third time that day. Upon seeing it the disciples found no reason to tarry and returned to their homes, but Mary was so stricken with grief that she simply wept. A strange light drew her attention and she looked into the tomb where she saw two angels clothed in white. “Woman, why are you weeping?” they asked.
Did they not know? “Because they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him,” she replied in a downcast voice. Suddenly another strange presence summoned her attention and she turned to greet it. What was the gardener doing here at a time like this?
“Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” the Newcomer asked.
Perhaps this man knew where her Lord lay. “Sir, if You have carried Him away, tell me where You have laid Him, and I will take Him away.”
“Mary!” the Other said.
As He spoke Mary’s heart was so filled with joy that it spilled out as tears upon her face and her body grew weak for the splendor of it. “Rabboni!” she declared in a triumphant voice as the very heavens sang, the clouds breaking and the sun rising in the east, blotting out the deathly dark that had for so long held the world within its icy grip.
“Dorris? Dorris?” a deep, rickety voice called out. “Are you in there?”
“Yes, yes,” she muttered in a slightly perturbed voice. “What do you want?”
“I thought we might, eh, partake of a cup of coffee? That is, if it sounds a suitable idea to you, my dear.”
“That’s a splendid idea,” Dorris replied in a sympathetic voice. How could she have ever spoken so harshly to the old dear? She loved to read, to imagine, to go on grand adventures with noble knights and nefarious dragons where the fate of entire kingdoms rest in the hands of an unlikely hero, but most of all she loved to read stories from the Bible, for it was there that she could obtain, to whatever small degree she was able, a glimpse of the glory of God that caused the same tears of joy to flow forth from her eyes as those of Mary when she stood before the risen Lord and declared from the very depths of her soul, “Rabboni!”
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