It's early on Resurrection Sunday. I was tossing and turning in bed...wondering if pregnancy is causing one of those frustrating nights of insomnia. When the clock finally turned to 5am, I decided to get up.
I puttered quietly around the home...sweeping up the crumbs from last night's dinner...putting a wet load of laundry into the dryer...putting small treats in baskets in the middle of the dining room table...refreshing the pillows on couches...plucking up stray small pieces of toys.
After looking around and declaring it "good", I sat on the couch with my Bible.
I turned to John 20 and saw that "on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb early, while it was still dark, and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb."
I smiled as I too am up early before dark on the first day of the week...Mary was probably going there because she was grieving and stressed and sleep wouldn't stay. She probably felt a darkness of soul that mirrored the darkness of that early morning hour.
But the stone had been rolled away. Anxiety increased (don't we always think the worst must have happened?!)...has his body been moved or stolen? Frantic running around to find other disciples to tell. No answers. Sobbing and weeping.
Jesus found her there. In her messy weeping and sadness and fear. He asked about her tears that early morning and listened to her heart. He called her name: "Mary!" And she believed!
I find it precious this morning that the King of Kings and Lord of Lords who had JUST conquered all of sin and death and evil and darkness quietly approached a weeping woman in distress and comforted her with His living presence. No giant fanfare and no running to tell the religious and political authorities, "I told you so!"....He came to His dear friends and offered them Peace.
Grace and Peace and Resurrection Presence to you this Easter morning...He sees you and also is calling your precious name!