Journey into Freedom Day 48
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 the joy of the resurrected Christ as he defeats sin and death.
Setting: Today Jesus and Mary are alone in the Garden. Get in touch with Mary’s surprise at meeting Jesus or Jesus’ delight in revealing his risen self to his friend. You might imagine yourself as a disciple listening to Mary tell her story.
John 20:11-18 HCSB
Mary stood outside facing the tomb, crying. As she was crying, she stooped to look into the tomb. She saw two angels in white sitting there, one at the head and one at the feet, where Jesus’ body had been lying. They said to her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
“Because they’ve taken away my Lord,” she told them, “and I don’t know where they’ve put Him.” Having said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, though she did not know it was Jesus.
“Woman,” Jesus said to her, “why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Supposing He was the gardener, she replied, “Sir, if you’ve removed Him, tell me where you’ve put Him, and I will take Him away.”
Jesus said, “Mary.”
Turning around, she said to Him in Hebrew, “Rabbouni!”—which means “Teacher.”
“Don’t cling to Me,” Jesus told her, “for I have not yet ascended to the Father. But go to My brothers and tell them that I am ascending to My Father and your Father—to My God and your God.”
Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, “I have seen the Lord!” And she told them what He had said to her.
Follow the meditation on Scripture with a conversation with God and a Final Prayer.
A Thought for Today
While a gentle breeze plays in the trees. Why do you weep? Oh! Why do you weep? The winter is past, flowers appear; The fig-tree has put forth its fruits. Listen! Listen! The Beloved calls; (His voice in the scents of the vine blossom)
He opens my heart
And the sun breaks the day into a myriad pieces,
While the angels ascend and descend` Upon him whom I adore, Whom I clutch with my arms, As the voice of the turtle dove announces the Spring. What Would The Future Be?
- Patrick Purnell SJ