A Thought

“Mary stood outside the tomb weeping, and as she wept she stooped down and looked into the tomb.  And she say two angels in white sitting, one at the head and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain.  Then they said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping?’  She answered, ‘Because they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him.’”  John 20:11-13

This passage always makes me think about what we should anticipate when we prepare for our day, but especially when we are preparing ourselves for worship on Sunday.  But I also think that often we anticipate finding our Lord where we need Him rather than Him finding us where He needs us to be, not just physically but spiritually as well.  And we allow the work-a-day to dictate to us what we will do and where we will be, not always acknowledging that the Lord needs us to be at our very best even in our secular jobs, and certainly not always expecting Him to be there with us.

Imagine how our days may go if we were to approach each day expecting an encounter with the Lord rather than, like Mary, just going through the motions in a sort of mournful way, somehow thinking the best has already come and gone and that there is no much more to expect, no longer any real hope for much better than what already is.

We have the assurance of the Resurrection that, for people of faith, should be sufficient to get us through each day not as a mere mark on a calendar of “one more day” but as an opportunity for a divine encounter.  Mary did not have this in the beginning; we do.  So let us live as Resurrection People, as having seen with our hearts and through our faith the realization that each day is a day of praise, a day of anticipation, a day of rejoicing, a day filled with opportunities to do something wonderful – and even something rather routine – in His Blessed Name! 

Let us lift up our heads, we people of the New Covenant!  “Christ has died, Christ is risen, and Christ will come again!”  Don’t believe it?  “Ask, and you will receive.”

Blessings,

Michael