I weep because gross darkness covers the whole earth. I weep because daughters bear the burden of the sins of their fathers. I weep because women are often harmed at the hands of unrighteous men and everyone suffers for it. I weep for women.
And yet.
It is no accident that a woman was first witness to the resurrected Lord. Like everything else he did, it was his choice. His first declaration of freedom, new life, and hope for a fallen world was made to a woman. And with his question, he answered the eternal why, when and how to end all our suffering.
Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed, so tired and hopeless, so utterly alone in grief, like Mary, it takes a while before I recognize that voice . . .
Dear woman, why do you weep? Whom do you seek?
He is risen indeed.
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Lovely. Thank you.
Written beautifully, as always.
Beautiful!
Yes.
I’m not sure why, but that second question, “Whom do you seek?” hit me hard when I just read it. It is that seeking that that gives the tears meaning.
That’s how it feels to me, CS Eric.
Thank you all for your comments and for reading.
Beautiful, Melody.
Whom do you seek–that’s the question that matters isn’t it?
I want to keep saying it, Emma J.
An Easter sermon, beautiful in its simplicity. Thank you, my friend.