Outside the Tomb

But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb, and as she wept she stooped to look into the tomb.” John 20:11 ESV

After everyone had left the tomb that morning, still Mary remained. First, the soldiers fled, after first passing out in fear when they saw an angel roll back the stone. Then the women who had come with Mary, returned home once they saw that Jesus was no longer there. Finally, even Peter and John came, but only stayed for a moment before walking away. But Mary, overwhelmed by confusion, grief, and something more that she just couldn’t put into words, stood outside the tomb.

Many of us stand with Mary this morning. A friend has lost his battle with cancer, a wife or husband has walked away, or a child has chosen things we prayed they would never happen. No explanation makes any sense, and most difficult of all is that no one stands with us. No one that is, until…

“And she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had lain, one at the head and one at the feet.”  John 20:12

When we stoop to look into the tomb, God gives something more. In Mary’s case, that something more began with angels, but for us it could be a phone call from a friend, a neighbor stopping by or even a Christian song heard on the radio. God has not abandoned us. He has not forgotten. Our weeping does come, but it comes to pass. It washes through us like tidal wave, but after it passes, there are angels, messengers of God, sent to ask us a question and calm our hearts.

 They said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?” She said to them, “They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.”  John 20:13

Notice, the angels didn’t say, “Stop it! Jesus is alive! Don’t worry be happy!” God understands the fragile nature of our heart, and He tenderly begins His work of restoration with a gentle question. Why are we weeping? Where is the source of our hope? Then as tears begin to dry and calm creeps into our hearts, Jesus Himself comes, though we may not yet recognize Him.

Having said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing, but she did not know that it was Jesus. John 20:14

Again, the message God brings, is not a loud, “Cheer up!” It comes with a question, asked this time from His very lips, “Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?…” God does not demand hope, command us to smile or require laughter. He comes with a hand to brush tears away and an ear to listen to our needs.

Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.” Jesus said to her, “Mary.” John 20:15b-16a

He has come, calmed our hearts, and listened to our prayer. Now we are ready. He has gently prepared us to hear His message of hope, and that begins when we hear Him call our name. If you are struggling, in despair, grief or feeling hopeless, don’t give up. All you may have left is like that empty tomb, but don’t walk away. God knows your heart. He is listening, and He is coming, though we may not recognize Him at first. That’s okay! Jesus is standing near, though He might look like the gardener! He remembers you. He has come, and He is calling your name!

Our Garden Waves Good-bye!


While Tomatoes bow their frost tipped brows
Mrs. Broccoli gently smiles
Old Green Bean starts to shed his leaves
And Zucchini sleeps in piles
The Corn folks stiffly shake their stalks
And the Pumpkins wait for pie
Hot Peppers dream of summer walks
As our Garden waves good-bye

A New Song

And they were singing a new song before the throne and before the four living creatures and before the elders. No one could learn that song except the 144,000 who had been redeemed from the earth Revelation 14:3 ESV

Many years ago, I used to stop on Wednesday afternoons to visit an elderly couple, and I brought my guitar along to sing them a few songs. Though they only had a tiny apartment, the way they welcomed me made me feel as if I were visiting a palace. For companionship my friends kept two little parakeets in a cage by the front window. Whether rays of sunshine or raindrops were on that windowpane, those two always had a song, but their gentle tweeting picked up a notch or two when I started strumming my guitar.

Sometimes they would leave the cage door open and on rare occasions, they would decide to fly out and pass by so close to my head that I felt the brush of wings as they flew past. Then they would swoop up to the highest point above the kitchen cabinets where they would perch and watch the show from their balcony seats!

My two elderly friends have now taken their own places in a heavenly choir, but some days I imagine them standing there with their two little parakeets close by, waiting for me to join them one day with my guitar. And I won’t at all be surprised, if that day I feel the brush of wings on my face as two little birds pass by on their way to their balcony seats to join us as together, we join that great new song above!

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