A History with Jesus

Mary Magdalene loved her Master. On that "last" day she could be found standing at the foot of the cross. On that "first" day she could be found hurrying to His tomb at first light. She knew His power, His love, His deliverance, experientially. She had a history with Jesus. So when they found the tomb empty, all returned home but Mary. She could not tear herself away and wept uncontrollably in the garden believing that His body had been taken so that she could not show her love to this one whom she mourned. She did not expect a resurrection; she came to bestow an act of love that she was sure could never be repaid or returned--or even known about. She loved unconditionally and completely.
How did her Lord comfort His grief-torn child? What great act did He perform to show her that He loved her and cared for her? He simply called her by name, "Mary." She was not a great theologian or well versed in doctrine, but she knew His voice. That was enough. Sorrow was turned to joy. And in that moment the fact of the resurrection needed no further proof. Her reply was as simple and profound as His call, "Master." What a message in that one word confession: "My life and all that I have are Yours." Because He lived, she would do all that He asked her to do. It was enough. He was the Savior--He was her Savior--and He knew her by name. And in her darkest hour He called to her to assure her of His presence and His love. And she recognized His voice. "My sheep know My voice and I know them, and they follow Me."