Holy Week - An Easter Story

By Margaritta Munroe - Published Thursday, April 13, 2017

Happy Easter everyone. 

 

I pray that the significance of this miraculous season bring all of the blessings of the Lord to you and your family during this time. 

 

I would like to briefly say that I came across this wonderful Easter story, while doing some research for Easter, so I did not want to do much elaborating but simply go directly to the story and share some supporting scripture references: Matthew 281-10; Luke 24:1- 12; John 20:1-18. God Bless: 

 

“Easter Morning after the Storm - A story of Mary Magdalene” by Dr. Ralph F. Wilson.

 

“It was like a violent storm had gone through leaving destruction in its wake. But early this Sunday morning all is quiet — the lull after the storm — or so it seems to Mary. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you the story.

 

First, there is Jesus, the leader and prophet from Galilee. When his popularity was at its apex in Jerusalem just the week before, many had considered him the Messiah. But on Friday, his enemies had succeeded executing him by crucifixion.

 

There are soldiers guarding his tomb. Why? His enemies had heard a report that Jesus was supposed to “rise again” on the third day. Preposterous, his enemies said, but they could take no chances. If there were a guard — especially a Roman guard — his disciples wouldn’t dare steal the body and claim he’d been raised. Keep a lid on any stories that might re-enflame the populace — that was the plan.

 

In the moist, bone-chilling darkness, the soldiers huddle around a sputtering fire that flickers ghostly images amidst the shadows of tombs. They’re not afraid, mind you, just ill at ease, anxious for the dawn that will soon brighten the horizon.

 

Jesus’ disciples figure in the story, too, but they are afraid — terrified that they too will be arrested because of their close association with Jesus. They’re in hiding within the city. “No worries from them now,” their enemies smirk.

 

Crowds of pilgrims that had swelled Jerusalem to the bursting point over the Passover weekend have gone home now, back to their villages, bearing a disquieting story of how the Galilean healer had been killed. They are still angry, of course, but the danger of riot over the Nazarene’s trial and execution is past. That’s how things stood just before dawn. Sad, tragic. So much hope, so much promise. But now it had come to nothing. A movement so full of exuberance had been crushed — its famous leader cut down, its lieutenants in hiding, its followers scattered.

 

But after the storm, life must go on. And now we meet Mary Magdalene. She has been one of the Nazarene’s most devoted followers. She and some of the women have risen very early to honor the teacher’s body and are headed for the garden tomb just outside the city walls. Within the sepulcher he lies, cold and lifeless on a rock slab. Mary Magdalene had been there Friday night. Her own hands had helped wash and prepare the body.

 

The women turn from the lane into the cemetery garden, walking numbly, one foot in front of the other. Suddenly Mary looks up and shouts: “The stone has been moved!” She runs into the garden, past remnants of a smoky fire, soldiers’ equipment in disarray, abandoned in haste. She sprints to the now-open tomb. The ribbon and Roman seal that have guaranteed its security hang limply in the morning air. “Where is he?” she shrieks, and ducks inside.

 

The darkness of the tomb and the concrete-like odor of fresh-cut limestone at the back of her mouth overwhelm her for a moment. As her eyes adjust, there on a shelf chiseled from the wall of the cave, she can make out grave clothes, neatly folded. But where is Jesus? Grave-robbers! Out in a flash, she begins to run back into the city.

 

“I’ll tell Peter and John,” she calls as she speeds on. In a few moments, the disciple-women will see an angel who tells them, “He is risen!” But by now, Mary is back in Jerusalem. She pauses for a moment at the head of the street where the disciples are staying. Hands on her legs, heaving, trying to catch her breath. Now she pounds on the door. “Peter, Peter!”

 

After a long pause, the disciple who, until recently, everyone acknowledged as the leader, opens the door a crack, looks up the street, then down it. Finally, he motions Mary inside and quickly shuts the door. “Somebody has taken his body out of the tomb! We can’t find him!” Now Peter and John are in panic mode. They pull on tunics and sandals and dash towards the cemetery. Mary follows. Slowly now, head down, she walks and weeps. By the time she arrives back at the tomb, Peter and John have come and gone. The women are nowhere to be seen.

 

She pauses by the door for a long moment, weeping uncontrollably. Then she gathers herself and steps into the cold chamber. The sun is rising now, casting long shadows across the garden. But this time, the tomb seems lit, also. Two men in bright white, dressed in long robes that extend down to their feet, rise as she enters. “Why are you crying?” She sobs out her story. “They have taken my Lord away, and I don’t know where they have put him.” She dissolves into tears.

 

When she looks up the men are gone. She turns. There, the sun silhouetting him in the doorway, is yet another man — the gardener, she supposes. Perhaps he’ll know. “Why are you crying?” he asks quietly. “Who are you looking for?” She begins her sad tale for a third time, of grave robbers who have desecrated the tomb and of the teacher who had healed her and restored her very life to wholeness. “If you have taken him,” she pleads, “tell me where his body is and I’ll see that it is retrieved. There’ll be no trouble.”

 

“Mary!” The voice so familiar. She looks up in sudden recognition. “Rabbi!” she cries and falls at his feet. It is Jesus. It is the Lord. He is not dead. He is risen from the grave. He is alive. He is resurrected as he had said. The storm has passed and the sun has broken through the clouds into a new day.” Easter Morning after the Storm: A story of Mary Magdalene by Dr. Ralph F. Wilson, “Joyful Heart Renewal Ministries.” www.joyfulheart.com 

 

Our Lord Jesus was crucified, died on a cross and was buried. But on the third day He arose from the grave in power and with victory over His foes! So we celebrate because as He was victorious, so we also can be victorious in him. He arose, He arose, Hallelujah Christ arose!   

 

Happy Easter everyone, God Bless. Margaritta Munroe, ladymunroe242@gmail.com 

 

Published  Thursday, April 13, 2017