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I feel very passionate about what I'm going to write. Some of this I wrote in a journal a little while back, and I'm sure more will come to me as I'm typing.
We all know Jesus was crucified and that he rose from the dead. After His resurrection he appeared to Mary Magdalene who was weeping at His tomb. I want to stop there because that's where the scripture begins to grab me.
15 "Woman," he said, "why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?"
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him."
16 Jesus said to her, "Mary."
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, "Rabboni!" (which means Teacher).NIV
I have to stop reading there. When I read over those verses in church one Sunday night, I started to get emotional. I felt what Mary Magdalene was felt. I'm sure that throughout my years in church I'd read over that before, but never had I felt emotions like I did the other night. She thought he was dead and only wished that He have a proper burial. I got a little emotional, but I'm sure it was nothing compared to when she looked up and HE was standing there. I can only imagine. Her Teacher, her Savior, and her Lord. The way I imagine it is that she screamed and cried all at the same time with a passion and intensity that I may never know. Could you imagine thinking that someone you hold dearly in your heart had died, then three days later, they show up at your doorstep? Well compound that by any large number of your choosing. Not only did Mary love our Lord Jesus, but he died for her sins. And my sins. And your sins. This is a powerful moment. I can't express through my writing how she must've felt. Very powerful. I think the most significant thing we can do with our life on earth is given to us in the last sentence of verse 16. "She turned toward Him..."