Oh Oma, what a bittersweet post: grief and loss never really go away, I think - you just learn to live with them to some degree. Sending love to you, and to anyone who's feeling the pain of loss this Easter.
So, we've come to the end. Thanks to anyone who read all or part of the way through Lent with me. It has been a really lovely thing to do - sometimes hard, especially when I have been very busy, and when the readings didn't immediately speak to me... but I have always found something to reflect on, something that has helped me in some way - cheered me, comforted me, made me think...
I'm going to comment on today's passage briefly before posting it, as I think that the text really speaks for itself. As Oma says, it's the moment when the risen Jesus calls Mary by name that is always so striking on reading this passage. She recognises Jesus because he calls her by name, but he was there all along, and she just didn't know it. I know that this describes the journey to faith of many of us: Jesus never went away, but we became, for whatever reason, unable to recognise him, unable to see him for who he is. And then, miraculously, unexpectedly, amazingly, joyously, problematically, he called us by name, and, however tentatively, in that moment of recognition there was something that couldn't be ignored and that was hard to resist. May we all, today and always, know ourselves to be known by, called by, loved by the risen Lord.
27th March: Easter Day - John 20, 1-18
Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb. So she ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, ‘They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him.’ Then Peter and the other disciple set out and went towards the tomb. The two were running together, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. He bent down to look in and saw the linen wrappings lying there, but he did not go in. Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen wrappings lying there, and the cloth that had been on Jesus’ head, not lying with the linen wrappings but rolled up in a place by itself. Then the other disciple, who reached the tomb first, also went in, and he saw and believed; for as yet they did not understand the scripture, that he must rise from the dead. Then the disciples returned to their homes.
But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb; and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been lying, one at the head and the other at the feet. They said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping?’ She said to them, ‘They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.’ When she had said this, she turned round and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not know that it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping? For whom are you looking?’ Supposing him to be the gardener, she 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 in Hebrew, ‘Rabbouni!’ (which means Teacher). Jesus said to her, ‘Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father. But go to my brothers and say to them, “I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.” ’ Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, ‘I have seen the Lord’; and she told them that he had said these things to her.
Christ is risen! Alleluia, alleluia!