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When I see that cross, I see freedom
When I see that grave, I’ll see Jesus
And from death to life, I will sing Your praise
In the wonder of Your grace

{hillsong worship}

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It’s hard to imagine what it must have been like to see the risen Christ on the third day. Our Gospel reading from Matthew 28 gives us some insight into how Mary and Mary Magdalene responded, “Suddenly Jesus met them and said, ‘Greetings!’ And they came to him, took hold of his feet, and worshiped him. Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid; go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.” (Mt. 28: 9-10)

Just a few days before, Mary was weeping covered in her Son’s blood as she held his lifeless body, and here she is clinging to him once again, except this time in awe and joy of his resurrection.

Venerable Fray Luis de Granada reflects on this moment saying, “She has Him [Jesus], and does not let Him go, embraces Him and asks Him not to leave; before, she was struck dumb by sorrow, not knowing what to say; now struck dumb by joy, she cannot speak.”

Mary’s experience of the risen Christ offers us much to consider of our own experience on Easter. Are we embracing the risen Christ as if to never let go? 

Her desire to see Jesus gives us a longing to aspire toward. Through the window of Mary’s soul, we see how the resurrection calls us forth.

When I see the cross, I am overwhelmed by the thought of my sin being the force that pierced his hands and feet. Furthermore, I am left speechless by the magnitude of grace poured over every moment of weakness and shortcoming in my life. Grace upon grace upon grace. Every moment I fail to choose love is completely redeemed by the wounds of our risen Lord. This really is amazing grace.

And to think that this same extent of grace is washed over every human heart leaves me speechless.

Mary’s heart for Jesus reminds me to be struck dumb by joy. It’s in the quiet awe that Jesus meets me along the way this Easter Sunday. I feel the trumpets bursting forth in my heart as my arms reach for the feet of our risen Lord.

I pray that your heart is overwhelmed and your hope is restored.

He is risen – for you.

Let Him meet you along the way.

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