John 20

This may have been one of the most widely used passages yesterday at churches all over the world. I wanted to write a bit on it, because the story itself is so gripping. You can read it for yourself of course, but imagine the scene. Mary, sees the stone rolled away, goes to tell the others, Peter and John run to the tomb before Mary can go back, and by the time she gets back the others are gone. No matter how far away it is, she must have been exhausted from running, and overwhelmed with sorrow about what had happened. She looks into the tomb, sees and talks to two angels, and then she hears a voice. She must have looked back, and through her tears could not see who it was she was talking to, so she peers back into the tomb-hoping for some kind of answer, hoping there had been a mistake, hoping she could help the situation. And in-between her breaths of sobbing, she recognizes her savior's voice. The most comforting sound she had heard in over three days. The voice that provides the peace and comfort and safety we all long for. Wiping away her tears, her heart about to beat out of her chest, she turns with all joy and excitement and confusion and exclaims with the joy of a little child, "Teacher!". Hugging Jesus with all her might, never wanting to let go, Jesus pats her on the back and tells her she must go and tell the others-he is risen! One day, with joy of a child whose father is coming home from war, we will proclaim, "Teacher! Father!" How I long for the day when he wipes away the tears for eternity and says, "Well done faithful servant".