When religion is not enough, this remains.

Mark’s account of the Resurrection story begins as follows…

“When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so they could embalm him”. (Mark v 1 to 3. The Message).

Three women up at the crack of dawn in order to honour, respect and say a final goodbye to Christ by anointing his body.

Three women up at the crack of dawn in order to honour, respect and say a final goodbye to Christ by anointing his body. After obeying the religious dogma of their time in terms of observing the Sabbath and in doing no physical work.

Three women up at the crack of dawn in order to honour, respect and say a final goodbye to Christ by anointing his body. After obeying the religious dogma of their time in terms of observing the Sabbath and in doing no physical work. To be caught of guard and to have their world turned upside down and inside out with the proclamation…

“Don’t be afraid. I know you’re looking for Jesus the Nazarene, the One they nailed on the cross. He’s been raised up; he’s here no longer. You can see for yourselves that the place is empty. Now—on your way. Tell his disciples and Peter that he is going on ahead of you to Galilee. You’ll see him there, exactly as he said.” (Mark 16 v 6 to 7, The Message).

Which makes me wonder this Easter season…

When life emerges,

religious practice,

following the rules,

even observing the Sabbath,

is never enough,

to contain the shock and awe

of the Resurrection.

The Lord is Risen!

He is Risen indeed. Alleluia!

Turn us inside out, this day, and forever more Lord Jesus.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s