So, there’s this garden. In it we see a woman crying. She’s blinded by grief.
She has stumbled her way there. She hadn’t slept.
So, she doesn’t notice the signs of beauty and newness around her. Like the dew on the grass, or the flowers reaching for the sun.
She knows only sadness.
So, her gaze is downward when she hears footsteps through her veil of tears, a question stumbles out.
A question that mingles, sadness and anger.
The voice of love replies.
A voice that she cherished more than any other.
A voice she longed to hear and would know anywhere.
A voice that calls her by name.
The love song of God that have we recalled over the last few days has sung a new song of life into the lifeless body of Jesus.
The faith and trust that Jesus placed in the way of love on Friday has been fulfilled.
He is risen!
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