Matthew 28:1 ~ "After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the
week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb."
The sun slides slivers of light upon the land, bursts of light and bright begin their early dawn arrival and the new day of a new week breaks first light on their forlorn faces. These women who have watched, waited and wept; these Marys are bathed with the first wash of heavenly cleansing. Many more waves of washes would break light on the faces of the forlorn, washing the weary and stripping the willing of all their wanton ways.
But, that first break of a new day, of that first week, these Marys met the early morning rays, Marys ~ Mary, the mother of . . . and Magdalene, the keeper of seven unclean spirits, surely kept this Magdalene was, until the kept was made clean by her King.
He had not bore our sin but had become our sin, and Father turned away from sinful Son (2 Corinthians 5:21) and broke holy communion. He became the sin of this Magdalene, this Mary, keeper of seven sick spirits, He became that dark of that sin. Death was required for these Marys' sinful ways, death is required too for this mother of . . . and her sinful ways. Death was a requirement.
So, darkness fell and He died. And then He arose.
And in this house, I am Mary mother of . . . and I am Mary Magdalene, and every morning dawn breaks again and slivers of light slide up this sinful soul and He rises again anew. In a house full of those who certainly know the shades of dark and death has hounded hard and hopes were hopeless, in this house we know Easter, we live Easter, every moment of everyday.
He arises anew and defeats death and dashes the darkness in this house full of young souls who are aged with a lifetime full of dark and death. Yet, He breaks a new dawn, of a new day, of a new week and dark and death quake at His early morning Light.
I am Mary mother of . . . and Mary Magdalene. I am the empty tomb ~ this once upon a time dark death cavern that is emptied and now filled to the brim with Victory. The stone of this stony heart has been rolled away and you are welcome to peer in and witness the cave emptied of death and dark and to meet Victory.
By the blood of Jesus I am redeemed and restored. By the blood of Jesus, I am Easter. Are you?
The sun slides slivers of light upon the land, bursts of light and bright begin their early dawn arrival and the new day of a new week breaks first light on their forlorn faces. These women who have watched, waited and wept; these Marys are bathed with the first wash of heavenly cleansing. Many more waves of washes would break light on the faces of the forlorn, washing the weary and stripping the willing of all their wanton ways.
But, that first break of a new day, of that first week, these Marys met the early morning rays, Marys ~ Mary, the mother of . . . and Magdalene, the keeper of seven unclean spirits, surely kept this Magdalene was, until the kept was made clean by her King.
He had not bore our sin but had become our sin, and Father turned away from sinful Son (2 Corinthians 5:21) and broke holy communion. He became the sin of this Magdalene, this Mary, keeper of seven sick spirits, He became that dark of that sin. Death was required for these Marys' sinful ways, death is required too for this mother of . . . and her sinful ways. Death was a requirement.
So, darkness fell and He died. And then He arose.
And in this house, I am Mary mother of . . . and I am Mary Magdalene, and every morning dawn breaks again and slivers of light slide up this sinful soul and He rises again anew. In a house full of those who certainly know the shades of dark and death has hounded hard and hopes were hopeless, in this house we know Easter, we live Easter, every moment of everyday.
He arises anew and defeats death and dashes the darkness in this house full of young souls who are aged with a lifetime full of dark and death. Yet, He breaks a new dawn, of a new day, of a new week and dark and death quake at His early morning Light.
I am Mary mother of . . . and Mary Magdalene. I am the empty tomb ~ this once upon a time dark death cavern that is emptied and now filled to the brim with Victory. The stone of this stony heart has been rolled away and you are welcome to peer in and witness the cave emptied of death and dark and to meet Victory.
By the blood of Jesus I am redeemed and restored. By the blood of Jesus, I am Easter. Are you?
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