Good morning, special people..
Clear and cold again. I beheld that big fat moon early this morning when I did the walk from the house to the studio. It melted me again to take it all in—the extravagant display of infinite space—pondering the precision with which the earth in relation to the moon, stars, and planets all work together to form a universe—along with the recognition of David’s insight as expressed in Psalm 8:3-4—humbled with the compelling evidence that the Sovereign Maker over it all is interested in this little speck of sand on the shore of time. These thoughts flow well with revisiting the experience of Mary in the Garden—who was temporarily content to be in search for a dead Jesus—then discover that He was not only alive, but interested in her personally. Awesome stuff. It sure curbs my eagerness to move from here to expounding on how big and wonderful I am.
Lots on the list. Becki has just imposed some time restraints. Time to move.
Blessings on your day.
Love, Dad/Ray.
I’m choosing to give some attention to Jesus’ words to Mary Magdalene. First, I note that He initially addresses her by the impersonal name for a mature human female—“Woman” (v.15). It was like she was a stranger to Him. He not only allowed that implication, I think He intended it.
Then He asks two questions:
Mary doesn’t even try to answer those questions—she’s much too consumed by her dismal circumstances and emotional stress to be thinking very clear—UNTIL Jesus speaks again. All He said was, “Mary.” He spoke her name—HER name! Suddenly lights came on. This IS Jesus! Jesus IS alive! He IS NOT dead! He KNOWS me! He knows ME! He KNOWS my past, my struggle, my pain, my shame, my present, my future—He knows it all! And He knows that HE IS MY ONLY HOPE!
Here’s what I believe Jesus wants to say to you as much as to me—He wants to say, “_____________.” (Fill in your own name.) He wants to be a PERSONAL Savior and Lord.