When a nameless
soldier pushed a spear between Jesus’ ribs, rupturing his heart, Mary’s heart
had already been pierced with a sword. Run through as she stood her ground,
refusing to move—“What are you going to do? Kill a defenceless woman? You
already have.”
Mary was dead. But not just any old dead, not
common-or-garden dead. Mary was dead, but unbowed. Still breathing. Walking.
Would keep breathing. Death gets to have its day—announced long ago—but not the
final word.
If Jesus’ resurrection, on the third day, was
a seismic event—and it was—Mary was the foreshock, the warning-sign that it was
coming.
I believe in the
literal, physical, bodily resurrection of Jesus...and that, one day, we will
experience the same gift of divine grace. But I also believe that, as Mary was
the foreshock...so, many since have experienced foreshocks. Where your heart
has been pierced, may you be one of them.
May you be as Mary today.
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