When The Doors Were Shut
“But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre,
And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain.
And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him.
And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus.
Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.
Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master.
Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, PEACE BE UNTO YOU.
And when he had so said, he shewed unto them his hands and his side. Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.
Then said Jesus to them again, Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you.
And when he had said this, he breathed on them, and saith unto them, Receive ye the Holy Ghost:”
John 20:11-16, 19-22 KJV
Confession is always good for the soul. Mary’s emotions played on my heart this morning in a way I have never realized before. I could see Mary weeping, feeling all alone at the sepulchre. Distraught. Without hope.
What would she do now with her life? Would she be forgotten again? As chaff in the wind? She wasn’t sure she belonged anymore. She felt like the misfit she once had been.
And then there was the matter of the disciples locked away behind doors, hiding in fear from the Jews. Had the world gone mad? Had their world come to an end?
Here’s the confession part: A lot of us just wasn’t feeling it this morning. Any hands raised?
I, for one, missed business as usual. You know, dressing up in our Sunday best, enjoying the Easter program and Resurrection preaching, singing songs in the choir about Jesus. My grandbabies hunting Easter eggs afterwards and the whole family being together and not stuck in another state.
I found myself thinking of Mary and the disciples and how our world feels very similar to theirs back then. People are struggling desperately with their feelings and being unable to assemble with their families. Not to mention those whose families have been touched by this monster Covid-19.
Some are weeping with Mary and wondering where the Lord is—And some are hiding behind shut doors with the disciples from the fear of everything corona.
This isn’t your normal Easter Sunday, nor is it business as usual for any of us. It’s the first we’ve ever known (or could ever imagine) of having Drive-In church or online services only.
I can visualize us as Mary and the disciples, focusing on things that don’t matter. Seeing Him as only the gardener. Focusing only on our problem.
BUT THEN CAME JESUS! ✝️
Standing before us, calling out to us, showing us His hands and feet. Telling us:
IT’S ME. FEAR NOT!
I’M THE ONE Who will give you PEACE.
And then the disciples were GLAD when they saw the Lord. I mean really really
When we see the Lord as High and lifted up, recognize His voice and BELIEVE,
—Then will He BREATHE His HOPE into us. And we will be as Thomas—
MY LORD AND MY GOD!!! It is you!
Happy Easter!!! ✝️🕊🐇🌷