
John 20:12-16
New American Standard Bible (NASB)
and she saw two angels in white sitting, one at the head and one at the feet, where the body of Jesus had been lying. And they said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?” She said to them, “Because they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him.” When she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, and did not know that it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” Supposing Him to be the gardener, she said to Him, “Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him, and I will take Him away.” Jesus said to her, “Mary!” She turned and said to Him in Hebrew, “Rabboni!” (which means, Teacher).
Why are you weeping?
Why are you weeping?
Each tear has a name, you know, for every pain
every loss, each hurt; all fears.
Those tears are recorded stories.
What do they say —
about love lost
or
life lost?
Mary, why are you weeping?
She was set free, you know.
Delivered.
Rescued
from a gang of dark spirits.
Now her Savior is gone.
Will they return? What happens if they do? Who will defend her then?
Why are you weeping?
Well,
this tear is for fear of the dark, and the things that move in it.
The one trickling close behind swells with the anger born from abuse: by men; being used by men.
From the other eye streaks one for the ladies.
You know the ones.
They begin as mean girls and grow up to be wicked women
whose words bruise deeper than any man’s hand.
Why are you weeping?
For years lost
and
deep regrets
Not just two tears — but a tear for every lost year and every guilty regret.
Tears fall the more; falling still.
Mary weeps till her face glistens; bathed in the anguish of
depression
oppression
shunning
and
hate.
O why are you weeping, Mary?
And not one
Not nearly one tear
but a crowd of tears welling up into those crying eyes
for the One that was lost.
He once spoke of a lost lamb
worth more than 99.
Who knew He would become the Lamb that was Lost.
5,000 tears gather like a crowd in a valley
hungry
to hear the words of life pour from his lips.
Mary, why are you weeping?
For his smile. Those eyes. A voice resounding over sea storms
or
whispering life across miles to a child who has died.
Mary, why are you weeping?
For a life in shambles.
Never did anything right. Always.
Always
the wrong place
the wrong time
the wrong friends
the wrong side of the tracks
the wrong choices
Mary, why are you weeping?
He was her closest and truest friend. The best of us. He deserved a proper burial.
Don’t
you
understand?
It was the best we could do.
Sabbath was about to begin.
This tomb was close.
It was free.
We had no where else to take him.
She wanted to do right, for His sake.
Couldn’t even wrap him right.
Couldn’t even bathe him in fragrance.
Always doing it wrong.
Here now, to finish the job
He’s gone.
Why are you weeping?
Do you know where he is?
Why are you weeping?
I’ll take him away!
Why are you weeping?
Whom are you seeking?
Mary,
Whom are you seeking?
Relationships aren’t crutches.
They are Leg 1 and Leg 2 that gives the power to
stand up straight
move forward
jump for joy
But you have to know who it is you’re looking for… and why.
Whom are you seeking?
Some search for a lawyer type. Someone who will defend and justify even our bad behavior.
Some look for a policeman. Someone to enforce rules on them because they can’t police themselves.
But some,
some are searching for a helper… a teacher… a guide.
and will settle for a “gardener” — a custodian of the dead spaces and dark places.
Someone who can offer directions, knows the markers, understands the graveyard layout.
Whom are you seeking?
Convinced that no one understands.
Sure that somebody got here just ahead of you—
taking what is rightfully yours
hiding it
abusing it
losing it
Just whom are you seeking?
If you’ve taken him away — tell me where!
A gardener knows his way around these
tombs
Markers of forgotten memories
Resting places of lost loves and lives lost
Those sad, stone faces of dreams that died too soon.
Whom are you seeking?
Crying over an empty tomb. What will a gardener do?
Or
Does your Hope demand something more?
A substance for Faith; Love actually: that is, a real love that never quits
and can’t be extinguished by
mistakes or immaturity
not by torture
not even by Death.
Whom are you seeking?
Mary is here.
And He is there — standing just behind.
Blinded.
A tear drenched, swollen eyed blindness.
Sobbing over a persisting pain of the present moment.
Today’s tears prevent her from seeing clear — from seeing Him
from seeing the promise of Life more abundant
standing near
standing there — just an arm’s length away.
Whom are you seeking?
Would it surprise you to learn that the One for whom you are searching
is searching for you
“Mary”
Why do you weep?
Whom do you seek?
Our Hope is in Him
Jesus
Through whom we are introduced, by Faith, into Grace
St. Paul — Romans 5:5
And Hope does not disappoint because the Love of God has been poured out
over us…through us…within us…by the Holy Spirit
And while we were still helpless
Christ assumed our helpless state
and by the great Mercy of God He has caused us to be born again to a living Hope
through the Resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.
St. Peter — 1 Peter
Some say “a crutch”.
I say two legs
to stand on
two legs
to move forward in faith
two legs to jump for joy!
We find Joy in suffering.
Not because we are crazy or lie to ourselves.
But because hell moments reveal the face of Grace.
Through red, swollen eyes we will see one we mistook for a gardener
becomes the one who saves;
turns out to be the one we’ve been looking for all along.
Faith, tested by hardship and trouble and pain is purer, stronger stuff.
And though you have not seen Him, you Love Him,
and though you do not see Him now, but believe in Him,
you dance with an
inexplicable
inexpressible
irrepressible
Joy
Full of Glory! Full of Glory! Full of Glory!
Your tears are mourning blessed to comfort
Blessed are those, too, who seek, for they will find!
—Or should I say, He found you, weeping and seeking —
The Soul saving One
Jesus.
Messiah.
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