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Calling His bride ugly

So, IMB (the missions organization that David Platt works for now) has changed some of their policies on who can be accepted to serve with them now. The changes include no longer automatically disqualifying someone who has spoken in tongues or believes that the tongues is for today.

Their stance is that you shouldn’t put overemphasis on it, the main emphasis should be on the gospel and discipling others.

I think this is excellent. What I do not think is excellent is the responses. Some people are happy of course, but most many comments I read on facebook frankly disgusted me. “SBC is going to lose a lot of (financial) support.” (Really, you are going to stop giving to missing because Joe Bloe who spoke in tongues ten years about is allowed to be a missionary?) “I am so over SCB.” “And it keeps going down…” People claiming this is against the Bible (who curiously enough cannot show any Biblical proof of that…), people who are basically just angry because they don’t like things to ever change….. Seriously people! Grow up!

We are really willing to gripe and complain about insignificant things instead of worrying about the people who are dying without hearing the gospel?! Yah, that sounds right. (Did you catch the dripping sarcasm in my voice?)

One day I will get to heaven and I might find out that God doesn’t quite fit into my minuscule picture of Him. I will, no doubt, find that I was wrong about a few things but so will you.

We love to bicker over the little things, how the end times will play out, if the “sign gifts” are for today, if we are predestined or not. We need to get over ourselves! I feel like a broken record with this one. Knock it off people!

I grew up knowing a few thing were true and oddly enough, the older I get and the more I study the less sure I am about those things. But guess what? The person who believes in speaking in tongues or healing or prophecy is going to be in the same heaven with the person who believes cessation of gifts and the person who is a Hypercalvanist. So will the Amelenialist and the Dispensationalist and the Covenant Theologist and any other “ist” I have missed. We are missing the whole point of 1 Corinthians 13! We are a clashing symbol, we are missing love and we are NOTHING.

Sometime we need. Good kick in the butt and some duct tape over our mouths. If we shut up for a moment and really think about what we are saying as we troll the Internet and tear down people both online and in front of us we would hopefully realize that not a single one of us knows everything. God is too big to fit in our tiny brains and we do not have all the answers.

If we don’t have love, it counts for nothing.

We are missing love.

We are spending our days ripping the bride of Christ to shreds in the name of “doctrinal correctness” and it is disgusting to God.

Christine Caine said it beautifully, she asked how it would be if her husband’s best man had stood in the church beside her groom while she walked down the isle and whispered about how ugly she (the bride) was, how bad her hair is, how hideous the dress is, how terrible her makeup is…. No groom would take that. No one would ever think that was ok.

Yet we think it is ok to do the same to HIS bide. We diss other churches and other believers and call His Bride ugly and it is offensive to Christ. The people who believe very different things from what you believe are still part of the Bride.

Is it really more important to die on a rock about your specific issue or to work together in love and grace reaching the lost and discipling one another as we grow together?

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mother’s day for the wanting

It’s Mother’s Day. A day I used to dread and try to get through with a straight face just waiting for it to be over. I don’t think back on those days very often anymore, they are a huge part of who I am today but in the busyness of life I don’t often stop to remember the details of my feelings during those years.

This week as Mother’s Day drew nearer my thoughts weren’t on possible presents or even on how great my mom is (although I do think about that pretty often, there are some really great moms and grandmas in my life) actually. My mind was and is most on women walking through what I went through. Mother’s Day for the childless; for the women who have been through devastating loss. Mother’s Day for the woman struggling with infertility and wishing she was a mom, or the woman who didn’t expect to be single still. Mother’s Day for the woman who tries to be happy for her friends but wants to cry every time someone announces their pregnancy on facebook.

I walked in shoes like yours for 4 years, I know that is short compared to some of your journeys. I have felt what you feel right now and have watched dear friends walk through it too. Today as the world blesses moms I want to also bless you. I want to bless you with hope for the future. I pray that God will fill you with joy today (and everyday) and that He will be your portion until He fulfills the desires of your heart. I pray he will give you peace and make his way clear to you.

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the race

I’ve been thinking about this race we run, the Christian life. I remember reading Pilgrims Progress as a kid and the thinking how much easier life would be if it were more like the book, if we could actually see the mire and the cross and the mountains we have to climb. Or if life was a bit more like an actually race instead of just a metaphorical race.

It is easy to stay focused when our purpose is obvious – get across the finish line / finish the fight, but when it all gets muddied with everyday life and all the distractions it holds it is a bit less black and white.

This morning I read 1 Corinthians 9 and shortly afterwards found me myself humming the song Give Me Jesus. What a beautiful song, I am sure most believers have moments where they can sing those words and really mean them, “you can have all this world, just give me Jesus.” But so many of us end up taking the world instead or taking bits and pieces of the world and slowly changing the words our heart is really singing while our tongues still say “give me Jesus”.

We trade Jesus for our careers or popularity or a more comfortable life. We might not always realize we are doing it but the majority of us are. We are prone to wander and we do, sometimes by accident just getting distracted by the busyness of life and sometimes on purpose because the world just looks more fun or easier. The temporary crown looks better because we can have it right now instead of waiting. Sometimes we don’t even realize we are wandering because it happens so slowly. Sometimes fear causes us to wander, it is scary to really mean those words “You can have all this world, just give me Jesus.” What if that means giving up everything we hold dear in this world? What if it means packing up our comfortable lives and moving some where uncomfortable and unpleasant? What if it means looking like a fool in our own towns to share the gospel with our neighbours?

I do all this for the sake of the gospel, that I may share in its blessings. Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.
1 Corinthians 9:23-27

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a mentor

It might be a bit odd but it is something I have never really had and always wanted. Don’t get me wrong, there have been some really amazing Godly women in my life who have spoken into my life, a lot of my peers are amazing women who speak into my life and point me to God and challenge my thinking and actions when needed and I also have some really amazing older women in my life who I deeply respect. What I was missing though was an older women in my life who I want to emulate and who I had agreed to mentor me.

There have been women who I have almost asked but then they moved away or who I tried to develop a relationship with but it didn’t quite happen. So I made it through 30 years of church and two years of Bible College without one always wishing for one but not really finding the right person.

About a year or two ago I started praying for a mentor. Not consistently because I am one of the most forgetful people in the world but often enough. Praying for a woman who I could really respect, want to emulate, someone who had a thriving relationship with God, and one who I felt might actually be willing. I asked for it to be really clear this time, then I kinda forgot about it for a while.

Then I met her. Well, actually i didn’t meet her, i heard her husband speak. Just a short testimony really, but I knew right away. I didn’t even know what she looked like but I knew she was the one. It is a bit weird when I think back, but i felt the Spirit pushing me to get to know them, and especially her.

I obeyed and invited them over with much nervousness because, would someone who is older than my parents are want to come over and hang out with a couple our age and our crazy kids? But they did. They brought gifts for my kids. She sat with Aurora and combed the My Little Pony’s hair and put butterfly clips in it and talked to her. Aurora fell in love with her.

Over the past year we have spent a bit more time with them and developed our friendship and my respect for her (both of them really) has only grown and so has the confidence that she is the answer to my prayer.

So with much nervousness I sent her an email and asked, would you mentor me? I have no idea how that will look but I know that it is something I want and need and you are someone I deeply respect. Then I waited for a response (the problem with email) nervous that I would be rejected or that she wouldn’t want to or something, but she didn’t!

I still don’t know how it will look, it will probably just look like a friendship that is a bit more intentional but that is kinda perfect really.

I think we so often believe the lie that older women won’t want to be our mentors and younger women won’t want to hang out with us or learn from us. All the lies that Satan whispers to women to keep us from obeying God’s words in Titus.

Older women likewise are to be reverent in behavior, not slanderers or slaves too much wine. They are to teach what is good, and so train the young women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled. (ESV)

Guide older women into lives of reverence so they end up as neither gossips nor drunks, but models of goodness. By looking at them, the younger women will know how to love their husbands and children, be virtuous and pure, keep a good house, be good wives. We don’t want anyone looking down on God’s Message because of their behavior. Also, guide the young men to live disciplined lives. (MSG)

If so don’t have a mentor and have ever wished you had one or thought it might be nice, ask. Ask God to lead you then be brave and follow his leading. It will mean being vulnerable but it will be worth it.

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Discontent…good or bad

Is restlessness/contentment good or bad?  If you are like me the answer went something like this “good duh! If no one was ever discontent then nothing would ever get done.” I thought this was what everyone thought until the question came up on night one of our new Bible study, “Restless”.

When I discovered this book, a year and a bit ago, I think it was, I knew it was the book for me. I am always restless, I had already written at least one post titled “Restless” so I bought it (on kindle because I was too impatient to wait for the next day when stores would be open and definitely too impatient to wait for shipping) and read it cover to cover in about 24 hours.

Restless is probably one of the words I would use to describe my personality actually, I bore easily, I like to inspire change or new ideas and if I am not able to do that I get itchy and discontent.

So when my friend challenged this idea I may have lost a bit of sleep.

I think it is pretty obvious that the answer is good or bad depending on the type of discontent, so how do we know which is which?

When I think of discontent (in the context of being restless) I think of not being content to sit and watch your life go by. I think of not being content to watch the people around you go through life and even die not knowing the Lord. I think of not being content to live a life of lukewarm Christianity or watching others around us do the same. I think of not being content to let atrocities happen and remain quiet or do nothing. I think of not being content to gain worldly wealth live a comfortable life while around me and around the world millions live in poverty physically and spiritually.

That is a holy discontent. It leads to action, it causes us to leave our comfort zones and reach out to our neighbours, near and far. It causes us to obey the words of Christ and care for the orphans and widows and least of these, and to go and make disciples. It leads us to develop our gifts and use them in ways to build up the body, bring glory to God and lead people to Christ. This kind of discontent knows how richly I have been blessed and needs to share that with everyone.

It looks different in different people. For some it means leaving this lifestyle and going somewhere else as a relief worker, teacher, missionary, medical help, pastor, or something like that. For most it means quietly living a faithful life right here, discipling one person at a time, being a light to neighbours and coworkers, or maybe even just raising your own children to love and serve the Lord. Being generous with what you have so that those who are in need can find help and hope. Either way it is choosing to not be idle and sit passively watching life go by.

Then there is the other discontent. The kind that always wants more than they have. The kind that is grumpy and selfish doesn’t see the ways they have already been blessed. This kind of discontent doesn’t inspire change. It breeds lust and covetousness. It sits around and whines about how unfair life is, or just want bigger and better everything. This is the person who is content to live a life for myself and my comforts and pleasure. This is the discontent that is content to be lukewarm and doesn’t want to be around people who are not lukewarm as well. This kind of discontent wants more comfort and more fame and more pleasure in worldly things. This is the bad kind of discontent and restlessness.

Have you thought about where you are?

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Witnesses

At least 16 more believers were beheaded on a beach in Ethiopia this weekend and twelve shot for not converting to Islam. Earlier this week two Christians were set on fire and these are just the stories I have seen on social media. The truth is that this is just the tip of the iceberg. It breaks our hearts and we cry out in rage at it but we have no idea how many stories we don’t hear, no idea how many others lost their lives this week for following Jesus.

I was reading Hebrews this week as part of my homework for a Bible study and was moved to tears by Hebrews 11 and 12 especially because of what I had read on facebook just before about two of my brothers who were set on fire for believing.

Hebrews 11 lists off so many of our great heroes of the faith like Abraham, Ruth, Joseph, Moses, etc who did amazing things because of their faith and then it says this:

32 And what more shall I say? I do not have time to tell about Gideon, Barak, Samson and Jephthah, about David and Samuel and the prophets, 33 who through faith conquered kingdoms, administered justice, and gained what was promised; who shut the mouths of lions, 34 quenched the fury of the flames, and escaped the edge of the sword; whose weakness was turned to strength; and who became powerful in battle and routed foreign armies. 35 Women received back their dead, raised to life again. There were others who were tortured, refusing to be released so that they might gain an even better resurrection. 36 Some faced jeers and flogging, and even chains and imprisonment. 37 They were put to death by stoning; they were sawed in two; they were killed by the sword. They went about in sheepskins and goatskins, destitute, persecuted and mistreated— 38 the world was not worthy of them. They wandered in deserts and mountains, living in caves and in holes in the ground.

39 These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised, 40 since God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect.

1 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

We are surrounded by these witnesses, the ones like Abraham, Joseph and Joshua, but also by the 21 Coptic Christians who were murdered in February in Egypt, and by the 30 believers who were murdered this week, and by the two people who were set on fire for following our Jesus, and by all the ones whose stories we haven’t heard. They are in the stands now witnessing as we continue to run our races.

Are you a bit embarrassed by that? I am. All the stupid things that fill my thoughts instead of God, all the times when I am selfish or lazy and put off time with God or am too afraid to share Him with someone because they might be annoyed or tease me or just like me a bit less. Pathetic.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.

 

 

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This life isn’t about me. It isn’t about you. This life is about furthering the Gospel and bringing as much glory as we can to God.

They died to do that and because of that we will never forget them even if we never learn their names.

Let’s daily throw off everything that hinders and run like they did, run like Moses and Joseph and Paul and Saeed Abedini and those 50+ new martyrs. Run the race he has for us and run it as hard as we can so that in the end when we stand before God, with these faithful martyrs we can hear “well done.”

How will we be able to face them, let alone Jesus, if we just piddle along this race more worried about our careers, our houses, how we look to those around us, and our comfort than about using this short time we have been given to further His kingdom. We will stand with people like Peter and John but we will also stand with people who have wasted their time here, people who will weep for each wasted moment. We aren’t promised tomorrow but we still have today.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

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5 more gifts for mom

As promised, here are some ideas for great homemade mother’s day gifts. There are SO many ideas out there but these ones are MY favourites.

(I am mostly thinking things that my kids can do for their grandma’s but a few of these ideas are things I could do for my mom instead of the kids doing.)

1. I am a sucker for prints, finger/hand/foot prints that is. They are so fun and there are SO many ideas. Like these

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These thumb print magnets from Kristal Norton are SO cute! Click on the picture to go to the original blog post on her blog.

These thumb print charms are adorable too. There are so many posts about these but this specific tutorial is from Cherlyl at That's What {Che} Said... (Click the picture to go to the post.)

These thumb print charms are adorable too. There are so many posts about these but this specific tutorial is from Cherlyl at That’s What {Che} Said… (Click the picture to go to the post.)

 

These are SO cute! I saw the idea on Virginia's blog Black Flip Flops. (ick the picture) for the original post.)

These are SO cute! I saw the idea on Virginia’s blog Black Flip Flops. (ick the picture) for the original post.)

These aprons are so cute. This particular one came from Little Page Turners blog. (click the picture for the post)

These aprons are so cute. This particular one came from Little Page Turners blog. (click the picture for the post)

2. Kid’s are is so sweet! Especially when they are little they draw people with legs and heads coming off the heads and no bodies. I just love it.

These are one of my favourites. SOOOO cute! (as long as the artist doesn't later while chocolatey hands on it.... my kids would do that....)  These are from Setting For Four.  (click the picture for the original post)

These are one of my favourites. SOOOO cute! (as long as the artist doesn’t later while chocolatey hands on it…. my kids would do that….)
These are from Setting For Four.
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These aren't DIY but are too cute to not add.  I found them on Emily Reviews but are made by Kidzcandesign.com. (click the picture for the post on Emily Reviews)

These aren’t DIY but are too cute to not add.
I found them on Emily Reviews but are made by Kidzcandesign.com.
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Ok this is adorable! I would maybe use it as a tablecloth instead of a duvet (at least for grandparents)  This is from Jen Thousand Words.  (click the picture for the post)

Ok this is adorable! I would maybe use it as a tablecloth instead of a duvet (at least for grandparents)
This is from Jen Thousand Words.
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These are really cute! I found them on Danielle's Place.  (click the picture for the original post)

These are really cute! I found them on Danielle’s Place.
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3. If you have a little bead lover like I do, these are really cute. In my case this would be better as a father’s day gift (my dad has a thing for colours in the sun…that and buttons, switches, flashing lights…..men…)

These are from Natalie and I found them on the home talk site.  (click the picture to go there)

These are from Natalie and I found them on the home talk site.
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4. This is more like a gift from an older kid or a gift an adult can give their mom. What a special gift to get though!

This is a journal filled with gratitude for your mom. SO  cool! I found it on ehow.com from Stephanie Morgan.  (click the picture for the post)

This is a journal filled with gratitude for your mom. SO cool!
I found it on ehow.com from Stephanie Morgan.
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I am totally planning on doing something like this and was before I found this. Instead of waiting until I finish mine though you can get your inspiration from this post. She has instructions and printable. (not sure if those printable are only for father's day or not though) (click the picture to go to the post)

I am totally planning on doing something like this and was before I found this. Instead of waiting until I finish mine though you can get your inspiration from this post. She has instructions and printable. (not sure if those printable are only for father’s day or not though)
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5. Pictures are always great and need updating often.

These are SO cute! I love the shapes and colours! also love the idea of little frames on the fridge so it doesn't get all cluttered looking like fridges can get.  These are from Sugar Bee Crafts.  (click the picture to go there)

These are SO cute! I love the shapes and colours! also love the idea of little frames on the fridge so it doesn’t get all cluttered looking like fridges can get.
These are from Sugar Bee Crafts.
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This is pretty cool. It is from Shanty 2 Chic.  (click the picture to go there)

This is pretty cool. It is from Shanty 2 Chic.
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I hope you have been inspired! I sure have! Don’t leave it till the last minute either! I do that too often. ;)

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five gift ideas for your mom

Mother’s day is coming up soon! (for me that means my cell phone “contract” is finally over and I can get rid of this stupid cell phone that keeps dying on my unless i keep it plugged in at all times…yay!) I was inspired this morning, by Lisa Jo Baker’s list of gift ideas, to make a list of what I think are great gift ideas.  Her list has some really great ideas though that I intend on using for my mother and mother-in-law – so don’t read her list mom! 

1. A super cute bag from 3Cords, maybe one this that is gorgeous, happy and practical! They are made really well, so many great styles and colours and they are made by deaf and amputee artisans in Haiti. Fair Trade of course!

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2. Something fabulous from Noonday Collection like these.

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3. Something like these from MercyHouseKenya. They give a home, medical care, and life training to pregnant girls and women who have been disowned by their families or were already living on the streets.

 

 

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4. This necklace from A21 that helps support their cause of freeing people from human trafficking.

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5. Something crocheted or knit from the Refugee Project by refugee women from Burma, Bhutan and Nepal who have been relocated to Houston because of persecution.

 

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These are my picks for bought gifts. We moms do always love handmade cards and gifts but that is for another post. :)

I love that any of these gifts makes a real difference and helps a mom (or dad) provide for her family!

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pigs over people

Are we people who value our things over people?

As I read Mark 5 last night I began to wonder what I would have done in this instance.

Let me set the stage:

I am a farmer. I have a small farm that has been passed down from generation to generation. My father taught me to work hard and rise early to care for the herds. I keep them clean and disease free which isn’t always easy with pigs – they are pretty sensitive. I am not rich but I live comfortably and work very hard for everything I have. I have a few kids and I take good care of them.

One day while I am working on barn repairs and other regular chores, my hired help come running in shouting something about all of my pigs running off the edge of a cliff into the sea. Just like that, my entire herd is gone. Sure there might be a couple of baby pigs and their mothers still in the barn that weren’t out with the others, but the majority are now gone.

When I race to the scene of the crime, I find a semi-rough looking 30 something man with 12 other travel worn men and one other man who looks familiar, I think he is the crazy-guy who is always screaming at anyone who comes too close. The man we are all scared of and avoid. The town creep. He is dressed and has combed his hair; he looks normal.

His freedom cost me my livelihood, my wealth.

What would I do? Would I be angry? It was done without my permission.  Even just for a moment would I think that it wasn’t worth it? I hope not.

Would I praise God for using my livelihood to set another free? If it truly meant me losing almost everything? If it cost me everything to save a person that I hate? The scary drug dealer? I would like to think that I would, but then I have the Holy Spirit in me and that makes a big difference. These people didn’t, they didn’t know who Jesus was all they knew was that everything they owned was gone and this man was to blame. 

Those tending the pigs ran off and reported this in the town and countryside, and the people went out to see what had happened. When they cam to Jesus, they saw the man who had been possessed by the legion of demons, sitting there, dressed and in his right mind; and thy were afraid. Those who had seen it told the people what had happened to the demon-possessed man – and told about the pigs as well. Then the people began to plead with Jesus to leave their region.  – Mark 5:14-17

It is easy to look at this passage and think, Man those jerks! Seriously, they threw Jesus out of their town! I would never have done that! They really didn’t care at all about the man who suffered for all those years? It is true, they really missed out by reacting the way they did, but I can easily miss so much of this story if I don’t stop and think about what I would do if I were them. Jesus changes everything, it isn’t always comfortable, in face he promised us that we will suffer. 

Just something to think about.

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an Easter story

A roosters crow pierced the darkness and she woke with a start. Another restless night spent tossing and turning. When she had finally fallen asleep the dreams were heartbreaking. The rooster crowed again and it all came back to her. It wasn’t a dream. He was gone. Her friend, her messiah, beaten, crucified, killed.

She slowly pushed back the blankets and the cold air hit her, it was still dark. Would it ever be light again?

They had taken down his body and put him in a tomb, but no one had really cared for him yet. Passover had been long and agonizing, full of grieving and helplessness as she and her close friends waited for the hour they could at last go to him and care for his body. It wasn’t much but after all he had done for her brother, her family – she had to do something.

She pulled together the oils and spices and slipped out in to the twilight where her friends were waiting. No on spoke on the walk to the garden, the path was winding and narrow, the only sound was their muffled steps on the damp ground.

The first rays of colour were just peaking the horizon when she saw it up ahead. The tomb was beautiful. Joseph had surprised them all by giving up his own tomb for Jesus; none of them could have paid for anything like it.

She glanced up at the beginnings of a beautiful sunrise but felt only numbness. How would they push away the stone? Why had they not thought of this before? She should have asked Peter or Thomas to come with them but in her grief it hadn’t even crossed her mind. She should go back but she couldn’t stop her feet moving forward.

Salome stopped so suddenly in front of her that she nearly walked right into her. What was wrong? Then she saw it. The stone had already been rolled away. How? She hardly had time to consider as she rushed forward and inside, and then her heart stopped. Her body heaved. She fell to the ground and began weeping more deeply than she ever had. Why? After all they had already done to him, why this? Her friends were crying too but were desperately searching the cave.

She heard her friend’s voice saying “maybe there is another cavern, maybe we have the wrong tomb.” The grave clothes were right there. This was the right tomb; his body was gone.

All the sorrow and helplessness of the past week crashed down on her. She couldn’t bear another moment; she stood to leave and began to run. She didn’t know where, just away.

Suddenly right in her path, a man. The gardener. She stumbled and tripped to keep from crashing into him.

“Woman, why are you crying?”

She could hardly see through her swollen, tear filled eyes. Her words came out in a desperate shriek. “Was it you”? “Someone took him and I don’t know where his body is. Please tell me where he is so I can care for him!” Her whole body was shaking now as she sobbed.

“Mary”

That voice. She knew that voice, the sobbing turned to laughing. “Rabboni! Teacher!” She was on her feet now hugging him, still weeping but now they were tears of joy.

“Mary. Go tell my brothers.”

Reluctantly she let go of him. She ran to the disciples as fast as her feet would carry her.

The colours in the sky were now at their most brilliant, had there ever been a more beautiful sunrise? Her tears dried in the breeze but her smile could not stop. He is not dead! He is alive! He is alive!