Journey into Freedom Day 47

The risen Jesus stands with a rainbow around him, the Marys at his feet and the graveclothes in his arms.

Preparation: Begin by stilling, then dedicating the time of prayer to God and asking God that all you think, feel and imagine are for the glory of God.

Gift: I ask for joy in the Resurrection of Christ as he defeats sin and death.

Setting: Here we have two Marys and the guards as well as the messengers from God. What on earth is happening? Matthew has the participants in today’s drama full of all sorts of emotions. What do I feel?

Matthew 28:1-10 HCSB

After the Sabbath, as the first day of the week was dawning, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to view the tomb. Suddenly there was a violent earthquake, because an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and approached the tomb. He rolled back the stone and was sitting on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his robe was as white as snow. The guards were so shaken from fear of him that they became like dead men.

But the angel told the women, “Don’t be afraid, because I know you are looking for Jesus who was crucified. He is not here! For He has been resurrected, just as He said. Come and see the place where He lay. Then go quickly and tell His disciples, ‘He has been raised from the dead. In fact, He is going ahead of you to Galilee; you will see Him there.’ Listen, I have told you.”

So, departing quickly from the tomb with fear and great joy, they ran to tell His disciples the news. Just then Jesus met them and said, “Good morning!” They came up, took hold of His feet, and worshiped Him. Then Jesus told them, “Do not be afraid. Go and tell My brothers to leave for Galilee, and they will see Me there.”

The risen Jesus stands with a rainbow around him, the Marys at his feet and the graveclothes in his arms.

Follow the meditation on Scripture with a conversation with God and a Final Prayer.

A Thought for Today:

They just stood, Still, With their spice-filled baskets, Staring, horrified, Eyes out into the deep emptiness

Of the garden tomb, (Tombs hold their dead) Wits frozen, Feet rooted to the ground;

The sheer incongruence of it all, The terror of impossibility! Memories of promise, 

Heard but not believed, Hung in the morning sun. What if it were true? What would the future be? 

Patrick Purnell SJ