Mary Magdalen

I've been imagining again.  Sorry . . .

One story that's been on my heart--it's on my heart a lot--is the incident with our Savior and Mary Magdalen in the garden after the resurrection. You don't really believe that she was the only one with tears in her eyes, do you? He is moved with our struggles as only Infinite Love can be moved. He weeps with those who weep. Been sitting alone somewhere lately crying tears of disappointment or discouragement? Please don't believe that you shed one tear alone.
And she was right to mistake Him for the gardener. Is He not the Gardener of the beauty of the earth? I rejoice at His gardening skill all spring and summer. And aren't you thankful that even though The Fall brought weeds into our life, it didn't take away the flowers? Grace we call that. Infinite grace. I've experienced a few thorny situations in my life, but when I stopped to meditate on the Gardener, I've found myself inundated with the beautiful "flowers" of His gracious love. Haven't you?
And I'm convinced He was into hugs. I mean, what did He tell Mary right after He whispered her name--yes, He whispered it? "Wait, wait a minute Mary. No hugs--yet" (Itenese translation). Our situation, of course, is the exact opposite. Hug them while you can! You never know when they might go Home to see our Father. I can easily think of a lot of folks I wish I could hug one more time. You? Well, then . . . hugs all around.
And I can see Mary rolling her eyes when she told the disciples that she had seen Him, and they doubted her testimony. "Men." But I'll bet her eyes didn't stop sparkling and weeping and dancing--to keep up with her feet, even though she may have been "walking on air." When you've encountered His presence in your life, don't let the doubters keep your heart from the dance of faith and joy. "Men."