In John’s story of the discovery of the Resurrection by Mary the Magdalene, Mary speaks my heart. As have I, she moves from sorrow over loss of a God-object to trust in a Christ-spirit to which we cannot cling.
Analyzing the biblical resurrection testimony, I concluded that Jesus’ body probably corrupted in the earth some two thousand years ago, but I was able to affirm that my faith does not depend on an ancient miracle-story.
We may initially come to religion in flight from pain, but the image of Christ in the “doubting Thomas” story warns us that to flee from love’s wounds is to flee from “the way, the truth, and the life.”
I’m experiencing the Resurrection story in a novel way this morning. Today, I am the earth, the place where events happen, the source of raw materials, the silent and seemingly powerless witness to human activity.