Good morning, DearHeart.
My nephew and his wife, Turner and Taylor, are stationed in South Korea. Every time she posts on FB or Turner FaceTimes the boys we notice and we share – we won’t be whole again until they are back on American soil. She recently posted the results of a game where she interviewed Turner … so, sitting on the back porch the other day, for fun, I asked Dale the same questions:
Me: What is something I say a lot?
Him: I want to go see my momma.
(I’m going to kiss her whole face when I get to hug her again!)
Me: Someplace I’d like to go?
Him: The Holy Land.
He didn’t hesitate on any question.
Well, except ‘who is your celebrity crush’; he couldn’t think of one. I couldn’t either! 🤷🏼‍♀️
He knows me well.
The Holy Land. Walking the trails where Jesus walked. Splashing the water of His familiar sea on my face … mmm.
In his triumph, Jesus could have paraded through those streets of Jerusalem. He could have knocked on Pilate’s door. “Surprise!” He could have confronted the high priest.
But, the first person our resurrected Lord appears to is a woman … without hope. And, the first words He spoke were, “Why are you crying?”
What a Savior we serve, or rather … serves us. In His hour of greatest triumph, He doesn’t shout about His victory from the rooftops. He comes quietly to a woman who grieves … who desperately needs to hear His voice … see His face … and feel His embrace.
“Mary Magdalene found the disciples and told them, “I have seen the Lord!” Then she gave them His message.” John‬ ‭20:18‬ ‭NLT‬‬
Wake up.
See the Lord.
Go.