Not long ago I attended an event that shared the Last Supper, Crucifixion and Resurrection story as told through the eyes of Mary. While I enjoyed the different perspective, it felt so distant and I failed to connect with the well known and quite familiar account.
Later, when I heard freedom testimonies of women told with imagery and a handful of simple words, I couldn’t help but struggle with the fact that their stories brought tears to my eyes and joy to my heart greater than the actual narrative from Scripture. My heart ached with this realization.
I asked Jesus, “Jesus, I feel terrible. What does this mean? Why do the stories of the women resonate with me so powerfully, and yours doesn’t? Why do I find the places the women were and—after their encounter with you—where they are now, more heart rending and stirring than your death and resurrection ? Has the power of the cross somehow become stale to me? If so, what does that say about the condition of my heart?”
Jesus, in the gentle way he does, quietly replied, “Peace, Daughter.
You are moved because the Power of my Resurrection is retold in every one of their stories.
Every redemption story is my Resurrection story.”
Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift. 2 Corinthians 9:15 (NIV)
Grace and Peace