by Dottie McElreath
As Mary Magdalene,
Joanna, Salome and Mary, the mother of James made their preparations
to go to Jesus' tomb they spoke in subdued voices It had been the most
horrible week of these gentle souls’ whole lives. All the way
up until Jesus died on the cross they had hoped for the miracle of the
angels coming to rescue Him or for Him to suddenly appear down from
the cross as suddenly as he had disappeared and reappeared before.
Hearts so heavy that each heartbeat was a thunk in the bottom of a well. How can we be alive, and the Master be dead? How can this be? Oh, I wish I had never been born then to have to endure this agony of life and the One I loved more than life itself is gone and I'm still here. Oh, my soul cries and pleads for answers. How can this be? He's dead, oh, nightmare this must be, oh please let me wake up and this be just a bad dream. God let the Master hold my hand and call me a little child to be scared in the night because I am so much afraid. Why I cry, how I cry! Please let this anguish be over!
Jesus saw the terror, the sorrow and tears filled his eyes at the love of these gentle women for Him. He tried to tell them but they just didn’t understand.
The disciples were lost, and paralyzed with fear. He was gone and now they'll be next and what could they say. He was truth and yet how could they prove it? He was dead, wasn't He?
As the ladies gathered their supplies to take to the tomb they moved in total silence. As they made their way it was still dark in the surrounding countryside. They wanted to get the job finished and hurry back to comfort the disciples. Each lady knew the disciples would have come with them if they had asked. But to ask them would be to put them also up for crucifixion and they had seen enough to last a lifetime of cruelty and bloodlust on the people of the area.
They wished they had never seen this town and they knew they would never forget the cries of, "Kill him, crucify him, death to the King of the Jews!" Oh those horrible words that came from the priests and the Romans
Mary drew her veil closer about her as the soldiers grew near. It was a chilly morning so they did not even pay attention to the ladies as they went about their duties. They were looking for the disciples and everyone knew the good ladies that were their followers were simply misguided.
As the ladies drew close to the tomb in the semi-darkness they felt a difference about the place. There were guards placed there but they saw and heard no one. There were no people on the trail and it seemed as if they were the only people in the tombs and there should be others coming to take care of their loved ones also because the anointing that they were doing today was the custom to do for their loved ones. There were always people in the tombs taking care of these duties.
As they climbed up the hill they saw the sunshine light the face of the rock. It illuminated the tomb and it was open. There was a man clothed in white standing beside the entrance to the tomb. As one body the ladies ran, sobbing sorrowfully because they knew someone had taken His body. They were halted by the man that told them that He was risen from the dead and was going before them to Galilee. In awe and wonder as they perceived the glowing robes they hurried home to tell the others and were halted by a man that suddenly appeared in front of them from nowhere. He asked them who did they seek and not knowing Him they told Him Jesus of Nazareth. He smiled at them and said, "Oft I have been with you and yet you know Me not?"
Joy warred with disbelief and Jesus smiled as their features gave way to smiles and the tears rained down. The tears of sorrow turned to tears of joy. Jesus' triumph was not in the dying, it was in the living and He was back. The ladies hastened to wake the rest and lay their burdens down at the feet of the Master.
He was alive forevermore and death was defeated.