Hello,
Each year, this little Easter morning, as dawn slowly let up on the day, it's still a little cool, I project myself inevitably to a day like that would be early morning of the first Easter the world!
was there, in a garden overlooking Jerusalem, in this distant land of Palestine under Roman occupation.
A man like no other stood there. Nobody could have seen. Nobody could touch him. It was no longer visible or palpable to ordinary humans. But it was not a ghost, it was a living, it was THE LIVING.
A man with the fullness of life, a life now beyond all limits that we know life.
It is not gullibility or daydreaming: Jesus was there, living more than ever He had passed through death to immortality.
A woman was also there in the garden. A woman like any other. She weeps and laments, heart and guts still twisted by the vision of horrific torture imposed until the death of Jesus, his friend. It is there near the empty tomb of the body of Rabbi she loved.
Emerges behind someone who does not say a single word: Maria!
Yes, Mary, moved by the immense love she bore to Christ was the first to enjoy the fantastic privilege to see Jesus.
No, I'm wrong: not revisit Jesus but see Jesus. For Jesus, it is always Jesus, has nothing to do with Jesus' resurrection with the paths of Palestine. Totally
Him, He is totally different: indescribable as our human words to say will be irrevocably crippled the afterlife of God.
is Mary Magdalene who will scream to the apostles of Jesus' resurrection. By it, by the first witness, that's fabulous news spread around the world and we became Christians.
Since that first Easter morning, we now know that death is not the last word, she is en route to life forever.
was there, in a garden overlooking Jerusalem, in this distant land of Palestine under Roman occupation.
A man like no other stood there. Nobody could have seen. Nobody could touch him. It was no longer visible or palpable to ordinary humans. But it was not a ghost, it was a living, it was THE LIVING.
A man with the fullness of life, a life now beyond all limits that we know life.
It is not gullibility or daydreaming: Jesus was there, living more than ever He had passed through death to immortality.
A woman was also there in the garden. A woman like any other. She weeps and laments, heart and guts still twisted by the vision of horrific torture imposed until the death of Jesus, his friend. It is there near the empty tomb of the body of Rabbi she loved.
Emerges behind someone who does not say a single word: Maria!
Yes, Mary, moved by the immense love she bore to Christ was the first to enjoy the fantastic privilege to see Jesus.
No, I'm wrong: not revisit Jesus but see Jesus. For Jesus, it is always Jesus, has nothing to do with Jesus' resurrection with the paths of Palestine. Totally
Him, He is totally different: indescribable as our human words to say will be irrevocably crippled the afterlife of God.
is Mary Magdalene who will scream to the apostles of Jesus' resurrection. By it, by the first witness, that's fabulous news spread around the world and we became Christians.
Since that first Easter morning, we now know that death is not the last word, she is en route to life forever.
A next Sunday.
"One Minute for God" Emission of RRB, offered every Sunday morning at 06 am 15.
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