She saw Him standing behind her, but she wasn’t expecting a living, breathing Savior.
“Why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” He asked.
She was looking for His dead body—a body no longer in the tomb.
She peers inside again. If she could only find His body, she would carry it away and bury Him properly.
One word, and all her doubts disappeared. Her tears stopped.
She turned and looked again.
She knew it now.
She loved a living Lord.
When R.C. Sproul came to Christ, the man who shared the gospel with him “talked as if Jesus were alive.”
How often are we like Mary? Peering into an empty tomb. So distracted by our cares, we don’t recognize His presence.
Are we looking for the Lord? But not a very alive Lord.
Do we love Him so much we’re willing to do the impossible for Him—like Mary, who wanted to carry His lifeless body away?
If He were to ask us in our tears, “Who are you seeking,” would we point back to an empty tomb and say we’re looking for Him? But not someone who is alive and able to do for us.
Are we coming to the right place, but forgetful that the place we’ve come is a place of life not death? A place where Jesus is seated at the right hand of the Father we are pouring out our hearts to--a place where He is very much alive and aware of who we are.
Do we forget that we live and breathe and even weep and pray in the presence of a living Savior who knows our name?
Let’s talk and pray and live “as if Jesus were alive.”
Because every breath of our lives is breathed in the presence of a living Lord.
“Remember that Jesus Christ. . . was raised from the dead.” –2 Timothy 2:8