O Lamb of God! O Lamb of God! O Lamb of God!
With the slaying of the paschal lambs,
you died upon a tree.
Your sheep scattered
and hid in darkness
weeping.
It was over.
Three days those who loved him
huddled,
their hearts trembling,
their faces swollen from tears.
They would no longer see Jesus.
He himself had said from the cross,
It is finished.
They felt finished, too.
While the early morning
had not yet found its sun,
on that first day of the week,
Mary Magdalene walked
through the darkness
to the tomb
and found the stone rolled away.
She ran and found Peter
and that other disciple
whom Jesus loved.
They have taken Jesus out of the tomb,
she said, and we don’t know where to find him.
Peter came into the tomb
and saw the linens lying there,
the head linen rolled up by itself.
Then the other disciple came into the tomb
and he saw and he believed.
He saw and he believed.
We who have sought these Lenten days
to see Jesus…
do we see and do we believe?
Who do we say that he is?
He is the one who gathers the children
to himself;
He is the one who speaks with women,
even foreign women, even Gentile women,
even women of the streets.
He is the one who sits down to eat
with tax collectors.
He is the one who eats with sinners.
He is the one who touches lepers.
He is the One.
The disciples went home.
But not Mary……
no, not Mary….
she stayed,
she wept.
She bent to look into the tomb,
and there she saw two angels,
one at the foot where Jesus laid
and one at the head.
“Woman, they asked,
why are you weeping”?
“They have taken away my Lord,
and I don’t know where
they have lain him”.
I do not know where he is!
Did you not know I would be
about my Father’s business?
Who do you say that I am?
Mary said, Rabboni.
Having turned, she saw
whom she believed to be
the gardener,
Woman, why are you weeping?
Whom do you seek?
“Sir, tell me where you’ve taken his body.
I will take him away”.
All Jesus had to say was “Mary”!
Mary, Mary, Mary,
Oh Mary,
Do you not know me?
“Rabboni”!
Yes, she knew him.
She knew Jesus.
She ran to tell the others:
“I have seen Jesus”.
And there it is…
our Lenten search,
that which we have waited for,
that which we have sought,
that which we have worked for….
He is not some goody goody god;
he is Justice
he is Mercy
he is Humility
he is Love.
And Mary saw him;
Mary knew him;
Mary followed;
Mary believed;
Mary ran to tell the others.
Later that night,
when the doors were shut,
Jesus came to them
and stood among them
and said, “Peace be with you.”
as he always did,
and he said it again,
after he had shown them
his hands and his side.
“Peace be with you”.
From the beginning
it had been Peace.
It was the song of the angels
in Bethlehem.
It was the song of Jesus,
and Peter preached it to the people:
“You know the message
God sent to the people of Israel,
preaching peace by Jesus Christ.
He is Lord of all”.
If we see Jesus,
we know that
he preached peace,
but the thing that’s
so hard for us is this:
we do see Jesus,
and we know Mary
and Peter and all the others
believed that we are to
love our neighbors as ourselves,
but that was then and this is now
and it is a different world.
We are a different people.
Can’t we disciple in a more
modern way?
Not everyone can preach peace.
Can’t we be on the kitchen committee?
Can’t we make more rules?
Can’t we write a check?
And yet, and yet and yet,
he said, as God sent me
I send you.
Receive the Holy Spirit.”
He sent them out
just as he sends us out
to all the nations
to tell God’s story
of peace and goodwill.
Easter comes.
The shroud that covered
the world is destroyed;
for our God has swallowed death.
We shall no longer look
for him among the dead.
He calls to us to follow,
to believe in our hearts
that the people of this world
will someday love one another.
Really
Love one another.
If we believe we know that
that is not a naive hope,
but God’s promise.
We shall not die,
but we will live in him
who died for us.
On Easter morning
and on every morning,
let us in chorus sing:
“This is the day the Lord has made;
Let us rejoice and be glad in it”!
And then with Mary,
let us run to tell the others:
We have seen Jesus!
Ann Weems of St. Louis, Mo., is a best-selling poet-writer, speaker, and conference leader. She is an ordained elder in the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.). Her works include Kneeling in Bethlehem, Kneeling in Jerusalem, and Psalms of Lament.
