God, my Resurrection
It was early morning and the sun softly lightened the Jerusalem hills when Mary rose from a restless sleep to return to the grave of her Master. The past two days had been excruciating. Jesus, His teachings, His promise of a full abundant life was halted as He hung lifeless on the cross. She relived His piercing cry, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?”, His final words, “It is finished”, and the enveloping darkness.
Her goal now was to find closure- retrieve His body, prepare it for a complete burial, and somehow move on. Arriving at the tomb she discovered an empty vault. It matched her heart’s emptiness. If He is not here, where then is He?
We need not guess. Jesus directs us to where He may be found— with the hungry, the thirsty, the lonely stranger, the naked, the sick, and the imprisoned— Matthew 25:34-40. May our Easter search redirect us from the tomb to places of service because He lives among those who are “the least of these”. He has promised that as we serve them, He serves with us.
Dear Lord, I will join You among “the least of these”, to provide the care and love that You would have them receive. Amen
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