Could you image what the disciples felt like on the Saturday after the day Jesus was killed?
They all ran away and hide. They all deserted Jesus. They said they wouldn’t do that they would stick by Him and never turn. But they ran and hid, as the scripture says when the leader is struck they flee…
I can’t image what they must have felt and were thinking at this moment.
But then there is Mary… she is lost and went to the tomb… she found His body gone. She is wondering where they took Him. She even encounters Jesus and doesn’t know that it is Him. How many times have we encountered Jesus and missed that it was Him because we were distraught or caught up in our lives…
She did not know what to think or what to do, she just wanted to find Him and take care of Him. She hears His voice ask who she is looking for, but her mind is so clouded, but then she hears it, her name!
Oh the sweet sound of your name spoken by someone you love and loves you. Can you image hearing the voice of a loved one you thought was dead? Someone who was missing? Oh the sweet sound of your name on the lips of the creator of the universe! Listen and hear Him call your name…
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