Resurrection Sunday
“Woman,” he said, “why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?” -- John 20:15a
I’ve always loved the fact that after His Resurrection Jesus first appeared to Mary Magdalene. A woman. Jesus had driven seven demons from her and she, along with other women and the disciples, gave up everything to follow Him. It was a different time and culture. Women didn’t get much recognition. But Jesus saw Mary just like He sees you and me.
Mark tells us that when the Sabbath was over Mary Magdalene, Mary, the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so they go and anoint Jesus’ body. Except the stone had been rolled away from the tomb and there was no body.
Mary was distraught. She ran to tell Peter and John. The men ran to the tomb to see for themselves. John tells us that he outran Peter and got there first. That competitive spirit even in this. They didn’t understand what had happened, though John tells us he saw and believed. Still, both men left and went back to their houses. I guess they needed to think it through.
Mary stayed and wept. And Jesus came to her. Where she was.
Jesus told her to go to the disciples, and tell them the news. And off she went. Obediently. Of course, Jesus would give a woman the task of spreading the word that He had risen. There was no time to think it through and make a plan. There was work to be done. Jesus trusted Mary to do her part.
Today we celebrate the Resurrection of our Lord and Savior. It has nothing to do with colored eggs and plush bunnies. Nor does it have anything to do with bright colored dresses or a table laden with food. We forget that sometimes. We get so caught up in the festivities that we miss the joy of seeing Jesus and the promise that He gave to all who believe.
Most people know today as Easter Sunday. A better name would be Resurrection Sunday. The day Jesus first appeared after His death on the cross. Living proof of God’s promise. That is what we joyously celebrate on this most Holy of days.
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