Painting by Freydoon Rassouli
When Mary of Magdala went to the tomb where Jesus was buried and did not find him, she stated, “They have taken my Lord and I don’t know where they laid him.” John 20:11-18
This poem by Chiara Lubich echoes Mary’s deep regret:
On Easter morning,
you appeared to Mary Magdalene.
You call her by name.
You have forgotten the life she left behind her:
her troubled past, her sins.
You call her.
Do you call each of us in the same way?
Once we have decided to love you,
Do you forget our past too?
Do you call us too by name?
How can we continue to worry
about our failures
are you not the same now,
as you were then?
These thoughts stir up another question for us.
Has something or someone taken our Lord away from us?
Christ always waits for our return.