But Mary . . .

“After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb.”

 

Now after the Sabbath, as the first day of the week began to dawn, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to see the tomb. And behold, there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat on it. His countenance was like lightning, and his clothing as white as snow. And the guards shook for fear of him, and became like dead men. But the angel answered and said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified.

“Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!”

 

“He is not here; for He is risen, as He said. Come see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly and tell His disciples that He is risen from the dead, and indeed He is going before you into Galilee; there you will see Him. Behold, I have told you.” Matthew 28:1-7

“Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed.”

 

Now when He rose early on the first day of the week, He appeared first to Mary Magdalene, out of whom He had cast seven demons. She went and told those who had been with Him, as they mourned and wept. Mark 16:9-10

“. . . Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance.”

 

. . . Mary Magdalene went to the tomb early, while it was still dark, and saw that the stone had been taken away from the tomb. Then she ran and came to Simon Peter, and to the other disciple, whom Jesus loved, and said to them, “They have taken away the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid Him.”

Peter therefore went out, and the other disciple, and were going to the tomb. So they both ran together and, the other disciple outran Peter and came to the tomb first. And he, stooping down and looking in, saw the linen cloths lying there; yet he did not go in.

Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb; and he saw the linen cloths lying there, and the handkerchief that had been around His head, not lying with the linen cloths, but folded together in a place by itself.

Then the other disciple who came to the tomb first, went in also; and he saw and believed. For as yet they did not know the Scripture, that He must rise again from the dead.

Then the disciples went away again to their own homes.

But Mary stood outside the tomb weeping, and as she wept she stooped down and looked into the tomb. And she saw two angels in white sitting, one at the head and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain.

Then they said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?” She said to them, “Because they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him.” Now when she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, and did not know that it was Jesus.

“But Mary stood outside by the tomb weeping, and as she wept she stooped down and looked into the tomb.” (John 20:11 NKJV)

Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” She, supposing Him to be the gardener, said to Him, “Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him, and I will take Him away.”

Jesus said to her, “Mary!” She turned and said to Him, “Rabboni!” (which is to say, Teacher).

Jesus said to her, “Do not cling to me, for I have not yet ascended to My Father; but go to my brethren and say to them, “I am ascending to My Father and your Father, and to My God and your God.”

“He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.”

Mary Magdalene came and told the disciples that she had seen the Lord, and that He had spoken these things to her. John 20:1-18

Jesus said: “I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.” John 14:2b-3

Jesus said to them, “Most assuredly, I say to you, before Abraham was, I AM.” John 8:58

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Would you have gone with your lamp shining dim in the darkness of early dawn?

Would you have stood and stayed while the earth quaked and angels in white rumbled a giant stone away from where your beloved, deceased Teacher had lain for three days? Where burly guards shook then became stiff with fear?

Would you have fallen to your knees to listen to an angel speak words that changed your life with each syllable, words that said your Teacher had risen from the dead?

Would you have looked into the tomb and wept and conversed with angels, then restrained yourself from embracing your Teacher as you turn and He speaks your name and asks you not to hold Him as He tells you why?

You are a woman of God and yes, you would have. Jesus, Immanuel, God with us, saved you, gave His life for you.

We follow the lead of strong women who loved and walked with Christ before us. We, too, will believe and live and tell of Him.

May Easter blessings abound for you throughout the year and beyond.

Love,

Sally

Except for one, all scriptures in the captions are from the NIV, and, except for my end notes, the entire post is scripture from the Gospels in the NKJV

Here Am I

“Does my girlfriend live here?”

Tiny footsteps up the walk and a tiny voice asking, “Does my girlfriend live here?” floats through the open window in the dimming evening light.

Wide and curious eyes peer up at me, a tiny form on tiptoes, straining to see if this is where she might be.

Goodness! It’s getting dark, and I’ve never seen him around here before.

A neighbor shares that this little one has gone to every house on the street—walking right in through any unlocked doors—searching for his hearts love: “my girlfriend.”

No one is around—no anxious searching parent anywhere that I can see.

Well, Lord—he has come to my house. And I feel his angel prodding me to help God’s little child lost.

He has slipped out of my yard and into the dangerous street—I am close behind. “Wait a minute! Come back and talk to me before you go.”

“Okay,” he says, trundling his little-boy-self over to my side.

I kneel to talk on his level. “What’s your name?”

“Michael,” says he!

Such a beautiful boy—not a trace of pretense—except when I ask him where his mommy and daddy are. He studies the ground then looks me straight in the eye. “I don’t have any!” he boldly declares.

“How old are you, Michael?”

“I’m three,” he says, holding up the three appropriate fingers.

“Well, since it is getting dark, why don’t you take my hand, and we will go home and see if your Mom can find your girlfriend for you tomorrow. Is that okay?”

Yes, it was okay—and he grabs my little finger and holds on tight.

Lord, help me to find Michael’s home. And off we go, hand on finger, trusting that I will somehow find Michael’s house. He’s no help at all, and I only know which direction he came from. God knows . . .

A happy, “Hi, Michael!” sings out of a busy little girl and boy on a swing set as we round a corner.

Thank You, Father! And Michael and I walk together to the fenced yard.

“You know Michael?”

“Yup.”

“Where does he live?”

“Down there.” And there follows much finger-pointing along with a description on Michael’s house.

So, we’re off again and up to Michael’s house. His grip on my finger is tighter as we walk across the grass to a lighted side door and Michael’s dad comes over to us.

Michael is reluctant to let go of my finger and I sense some fear. An agreement is discussed with Daddy to have Mommy help him find his girlfriend in the morning. That seems to make it okay to let go. But I was reluctant too.

Down on Michael’s level again. “Goodnight Michael.”

“Goodnight,” he responds, too soberly for only three.

God bless you Michael, I love you.

“Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: ‘Whom shall I send, And who will go for Us?’ Then I said, ‘Here am I! Send me’” (Isaiah 6:8 NKJV).

“Take heed that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that in heaven their angels always see the face of My Father who is in heaven” (Matthew 18:10 NKJV).

“How precious is Your lovingkindness, O God! Therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of Your wings” (Psalm 36:7 NKJV).

Where have you been sent for Him? Or maybe He’s sending you somewhere right now?

{There are three links in this post. One is in the first verse of scripture above. Enjoy!}