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At the tomb at 4 a.m.

I was awake at 4 a.m. this Easter morning, and I started thinking about Mary Magdalene.  Was she awake at 4 a.m. that first Easter?  Was she wondering what life held now that Christ was dead, buried?  Was she afraid and lonely, or full of hope, remembering his words?  What moved her to go to that tomb in that earliest of hours?

When she found the tomb empty, what could she possibly have thought?  "They've taken Him...." That tomb, which held all the Hope and Love and Truth of the world....now was empty.

What Mary Magdalene did not know, but we do, is that the Lord had not been taken;  He is Risen. This world could not keep concealed and locked away the Hope and Love and Truth of Christ.  There was no tomb solid enough, deep enough, large enough for that.

On this Easter morning, as we celebrate the Resurrection of Christ, pray about what you have locked away in a tomb that needs to be let go of.  Is it a past sin, confessed, that you still feel weighed down by?  Is it a bad relationship that needs healing or perhaps simply a letting go?  Is it a necessary change in your life that you just haven't had the courage to make yet?

The Light is now upon us, and Christ is Risen. The tomb is empty, and He is truly Risen.

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  1. He is risen, indeed! May your Eastertide be blessed! --- Rosemary

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