Mary of Magdala and the other Mary went to the tomb and received an angelic reprimand which had the sharpness of a tinge of sarcasm to it, deservedly so: Why are searching among the dead for someone who is alive?
Meanwhile, Mary the Mother of Jesus was already up in Galilee, perhaps to grab a few things before moving in with the beloved disciple, John, for her remaining days on this earth. She knew Jesus would rise from the dead and so didn’t wait around at the tomb. Just as she couldn’t possibly tell Joseph about the visit of the angel 33 years previously, she could not now say to the disciples that surely Jesus will rise from the dead soon, as they would just say that she is an hysterical mother to be pitied.
She had marched on this path previously, alone, in great haste, immediately after that angelic visitation announcing that she would be the Virgin Mother of God, from Nazareth to very near Jerusalem, to assist her cousin Elizabeth. Now she was returning with a great deal to throw about in her heart and soul, remembering also the three days when Jesus had been busy in His Father’s House at the time when He had become Bar Mitzvah and they had been in such great anguish. But this time, Jesus wasn’t in His Father’s House; He had gone to hell to reprimand the fallen spirits. Every word He would speak to them would bring them spiritual and intellectual frustration for eternity. Jesus would rise as the great Victor, the King of kings and Lord of lords, Prince of the Most Profound Peace. And she would meet Him where He had grown up. Would He bring a flower to the Immaculate Conception? What a meeting!
Yes, it is good to have a great sense of the Sacred Mysteries of God’s love for us, especially the manner in which He founds His Mercy on His Justice, standing in our stead, having the right in His own justice to have mercy on us. Yes. But…
Let’s not forget that the most profound peace reaches into souls when things are as they should be, recognizing that the Lord loves us in a thousand million different ways. For instance, walking through Andrews on the way back from the Methodist church the other day (where I preached the ecumenical Good Friday service at midday), I noticed the beautiful flowering tree, which looks to be some sort of rose. I immediately thought of taking a picture for a “Flores for the Immaculate Conception” series. Jesus, methinks, would pick such a flower to give to His dear Mother, healing some of her trauma. In that trauma, under the Cross, she had become our Mother, interceding for us. Perhaps also on this Easter Sunday we can give her a flower along with Jesus.
Happy Easter! The Lord is risen! Alleluia!