Resurrection Morning

Tears blurred her eyes as she trudged to the tomb. Her feet guiding her along without much need for her eyes because how could her feet not learn the path they had trowed all too often in the past few days?
She missed the Lord so terribly. His absence came with a pain almost physical. She would never call out to Jesus again and have him focus his eyes on her and smile like she was the only one, every other thing and person invisible. She would never hear his voice again, so confident, so sure, speaking one of his many parables, teaching them what Elohim’s will was.
Was this really how suddenly he had stopped walking with them? Stopped existing?
The tomb lay ahead, as grave as the death it held when she noticed something was amiss. The stone had been rolled away. The basket fell out of her hands of it’s own volition, and she ran for the disciples as quickly as her feet could carry her.
“Simon Peter!”
“Peter!” She began to yell as she sighted him, nearly falling into him as she hastened to tell of what she had seen.
“Mary, what troubles you?! It’s barely light and you are here so quickly.”
“Peter” she cried within gasps “the stone has been rolled off Jesus’s tomb” she managed to speak out.
“They have taken the Lord’s body out of the tomb and I don’t know where they have put him!”
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Simon Peter and the one whom Jesus loved ran off to the tomb like fire burned in their loins.
Oh Father, what does this all mean? Is this your will? Peter thought in his heart as he ran for the Lord’s tomb. Beloved of Jesus ran far ahead of him to the tomb, peering in, rooting his feet to the entrance.
“Beloved, are Mary’s words true?” Peter asked, forging further ahead into the the tomb, willing the master’s body to be there, lain in death.
The linen wrappings in which the Lord had been wrapped lay there, with the clothe Mary had crafted for his head folded up, seperate from the wrappings. The Lord’s body was indeed not at the tomb.
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“Will you both just leave?” Mary inquired. “Will we not inquire and search for his body?”
“Mary, I really have no words to explain this. I must be on my way” Simon Peter answered.
She knew Peter to be as hard as stone on the surface, and as soft as wool on the inside, so she did not doubt that surely his heart was as hurt and as torn as her’s was even though it still hurt to see him leave like this was not serious. She stood aside, turning their back to them as they left, and when she ceased to hear their footsteps, she let out a scream and wept bitterly.
Was it not enough that the Lord was dead? Could his body not remain with them?
Lifting her head up to ask questions of God, she saw the angels of the Lord, one sitted at where the Lord’s head had lain, and the other at where Jesus’s body had lain.
“Dear woman, why are you crying?” The angels asked of her.
“I weep because they have taken away my Lord and I don’t know where they have put him.”
She blinked back her tears, wiping her face in readiness to leave when she saw one standing there
“Dear woman” he called to her, “why are you crying? Whom do you seek?”
She thought to herself that surely he must be the gardener tending and must know of where the master’s body lay, so she said to him – “Sir, if you have taken him away, tell me where you have put him and I will go and get him” she pleaded of him.
“Mary!” Jesus said.
“Rabboni,” she said, reaching her hands out to him.
“Don’t cling to me, for I haven’t yet ascended to the Father. But go, find my brothers and tell them I am ascending to my father and your father, to my God and your God.”
Mary fell flat and for the first time in days, smiled admist tears. Yeshua was alive!
She jumped to her feet and ran as quickly as her legs could carry her, having just one testimony for the disciples and anyone who would listen – “I have seen the Lord!”
John 20:1-18
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