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Where?“Where have you laid Him?” Imagine poor Mary Magdalene, exhausted with grief over losing Jesus, arriving Sunday morning before dawn at the tomb where Jesus had been placed on Friday evening, and finding it empty. She trips through the burial grounds until she practically collides with a Man who, through her tears, looks like the gardener. “Where have you laid Him?” She believes, of course, that He is, without a doubt, dead. She witnessed the brutality with which He was crucified, the finality of the spear stabbing Him in the side. She felt the final anguish of the last of His blood spilling out of the open wound, drops of it falling like tears on her feet. Who knows if while He was yet with them, she had already come to believe in the resurrection of the dead? Jesus faces her in the garden and when He says a single word—“Mary!”—she realizes her mistake. He is not dead, but living! And not only living, she realizes with the joy that comes from being purchased back from death herself, but alive forevermore. “Where have you laid Him?” The words came to me out of no where in the middle of the night, a question that pierced neither my hands nor my feet, but my heart. Because if I’ve laid Him anywhere—in the empty back pew at my once-on-Sunday church or inside the crisp pages of a Book I seldom read—it means that I’ve left Him for dead. I don’t really believe He’s dead anymore—do I? Where have I laid Him?
Posted by Katy on 04/16/06 at 11:12 AM
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