This Holy Week, I’m going to be blogging each day, tracing the tears Jesus shed for Jerusalem to the tear filled eyes who first saw the Risen Christ. Throughout I’ll be following prompts from #OurHolyWeek
“Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying.”
John’s account of Jesus’ resurrection begins with tears.
The tears of Good Friday and Holy Saturday were still wet on the faces of Jesus’ friends when He returned to them.
And it was through the tears of Mary Magdalene that He chose to appear – that tells me a lot about the Jesus I follow.
It tells me that this suffering servant is acquainted with the deepest grief, but it also tells me that Jesus forever reigns over the agony, that death and agony are beaten.
Twice in the stories of Jesus’ resurrection He is obscured to the people He appears to; first here when Mary believes that someone has taken the body of Jesus she does not realise to whom she speaks until He speaks her name.
Jesus makes the first move, every time, and waits patiently for us to respond. He leaves the ninety-nine to go after the lost sheep and waits for us to invite Him in when we are found.
And secondly, in Luke we read that Jesus is not recognised until He breaks bread with the hopeless travellers on the way to Emmaus.
The Risen Jesus does things as unexpectedly in life as in resurrection (as if resurrection were not unexpected enough!)
He reveals His power over the grave through signs that others may call weak; Mary’s tears, Cleopas’ hopelessness, His own scars which prove who He is to Thomas.
Our first signs of life are our cries of a baby; and here we see that it is through tears that the risen Lord first appeared. Our tears signal the beginning of everything new; the new life Jesus offers, the new hope He embodies.
As the sun rises on Easter Sunday morning, we are reminded that His mercies and our hope are new every morning.
Our hope is in the Christ who died for us, who suffered in His mercy.
Our hope is in the Christ who rose from the grave who has beaten death and evil, in His mercy still bearing the scars of crucifixion.
Our hope is in the Christ who will come again in glory and who in His mercy allows the dawn to rise slowly so that our eyes may become accustomed to the blistering light and life of who He is.
“We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.” Pope John Paul II