It makes sense, really, that the women took the spices and went to the tomb early, before the rest of their day began. Women often wake up early, adding responsibilities to their already full plate. But this task–it wasn’t the ordinary chore, is it? I can’t even imagine the weight of their hearts, like so many heavy slicing daggers, cutting and slicing through the bone, through their marrow to their very souls any time they thought of what had just happened to the One they loved.
Yet, they went, because women are practical. We take care of business, even when our hearts are breaking. The weaker sex? Please. Just because tears blur our vision doesn’t mean we are weak. It’s pushing through the pain that makes us women. They didn’t wait until they felt better. They didn’t postpone this unpleasant task until the pain was bearable. They didn’t take a rest first, or wait for someone to ask them to do it. They took the responsibility as theirs. They owned it. There was no argument amongst them about whose turn it was, and they didn’t let the other go alone.
Each step leading to the tomb must have been harder than the last, yet they didn’t slow. Knowing that He was lying there, lifeless, pale and torn, bruised and stabbed–how it must have frightened them and rendered their already tender hearts.
But wait. The light–the angel–the message: “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here! He is risen, like he told you.”
And oh, the joy that flowed, even into the dark recesses of pain. The hope–the anticipation, the special favor bestowed upon them to be the first to know what gives us courage and delight, the bliss that engulfs us even today.
These women, they felt it. The Lord himself rewarded their tender hearts with the first knowledge of his promise fulfilled.
Who better to feel the first tender roots of the hope within us then the women?
Luke 24: 1-8
24 On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. 2 They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3 but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. 4 While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. 5 In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? 6 He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: 7 ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ ” 8 Then they remembered his words.
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Lovely, thoughtful, realistic way to look at these events. In Mark’s gospel, Mary Magdalene ran to tell the disciples she had seen the Lord, and they did not believe her. Soon after that, the two men from Emmaus came back to tell of Jesus’ time with them. Apparently the disciples still did not believe until Jesus appeared to the eleven and “rebuked their unbelief and hardness of heart, because they did not believe those who had seen Him after He had risen.” When women yell “Fire!” , you need to believe ’em, guys!
I always cry when I watch “The Passion”, the “King of Kings”, any story about the crucifixion of Our Lord and you did a beautiful to of explaining just how I personally feel when I watch or read about what happened to Our Savior. Keep up the good work dear niece.
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