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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Easter (05/30/05)

TITLE: Yes Mary, I AM
By Cheryl Thompson
05/31/05


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Grief and pain stabbed her heart. She longed to hear His voice again. The last three days had been very long, and emotionally draining. She had watched Him suffer, and now the only one who truly loved her, was lying in a grave, dead.

The love she had for Him was more than just a love for a friend. He had driven 7 demons from her, and given her a life she never imagined possible-for a prostitute. He saw her for who she really is; a precious creation, and now, now He was dead and gone.

At times, her grief was more than she could endure. She fell to her hands and knees while her body wretched in sorrow. He didn’t deserve to die like that. It was so brutal for one who was so gentle, so cruel for one who had been so loving. Etched in her mind’s eye was the vivid portrait of the unrecognizable Christ, the one she called Teacher.

And now, what could she do for Him, but to give Him the burial He so rightly deserved.

Jewish custom forbade her to do anything until the Sabbath was over, and so she waited for morning to break, so she could anoint His body with oil.

Somewhere, between anguish and exhaustion, Mary must have fallen asleep. She opened her eyes and as she stood, she felt the ache of her bruised knees. Mary the mother of James, and Salome were waiting. They quietly stepped into the morning air of Jerusalem to purchase the spices they needed.

The women walked and talked, each wondering who would roll the stone away.

“Maybe the guards?” Mary the mother of James offered in hope, as they drew near.

Mary Magdalene silently nodded, as a tear slid silently down her cheek. As the teardrop hit the dust of the ground, the earth began to violently shake. The women fell to the ground, their bodies protecting the jars of precious spices. When the earth stopped moving, the women looked up.

“The stone!” Mary Magdalene shouted.

The women ran to the tomb, forsaking the spices on the ground. As they entered the tomb, they saw the Angel and fell to the ground, trembling.

“Do not be afraid.” He said. “You seek Jesus, but He is not here, He has risen. Go; tell His Disciples, and Peter, He will meet you in Galilee, as He said.”

The other women ran from the tomb, all the way back to Jerusalem without saying a word, but Mary Magdalene ran straight to Simon Peter.

“Peter!” She sobbed, “They have taken the Lord and I don’t know where they have laid Him!”

Peter and John stared at her in disbelief, then bolted from the room and ran to the tomb. As they went in, they saw it was empty; just as Mary had said. John believed a miracle had happened, and as they left to go back home, Peter hung his head.

Mary, remained outside the tomb weeping, and looked inside. Sitting where Jesus had lain, were two men in shining, white linen.

“Why are you crying?” They asked her.

“Because they have moved Him, and I do not know where they have taken Him.” She replied as she turned around to go.

She saw another man…the Gardener?

“Why are you crying; whom do you seek?” He asked.

“Sir, if you’ve taken Him, please, tell me where He is and I will go to Him.” She begged.

“Mary!” He said.

Her mind tried to comprehend what her eyes understood.

“It can’t be…Is it? Could it be true? He’s isn’t dead. He’s…………………….alive?”

“Rabboni!” Mary cried, as she fell upon His feet. She clung to Him, kissing His feet and washing them in her tears. “It’s really You Teacher, You are alive!”

“Yes, Mary," Jesus laughed, "I AM, but do not cling to Me for I have yet to rise to My Father, but go, tell My brothers that I am ascending to My God, and to your God.”

Mary’s heart pounded with overwhelming joy, beating in tune with the pounding of her feet.

Mary burst through the door…

“I have seen Him!” She screamed “I have seen Him, I have touched Him, He has risen just as He said He would…Peter, HE IS ALIVE!”

Taken from Matthew 16 & John 20


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Kathy Bruins06/06/05
Nice biblical take on event!
Karen Treharne06/06/05
This is a good character rendition. I AM who I AM was what God told Moses to tell anyone who asked him by whose authority he spoke. It is my all time favorite name for God because it is the one He called himself.

Thanks for using it here and blessing me again as I always feel when I read or hear it. I AM says it all. Yours in Christ
Shari Armstrong 06/09/05
A great retelling of the greatest story ever told :)
dub W06/09/05
Nice use of character to retell the story. Thank you for posting.
Linda Germain 06/09/05
I could feel her love and amazement. Even knowing the story, it still gave me a thrill! Thank you.