Someone called John tells an Easter story:

It was dark. It was so early, it was still late, but she couldn’t sleep. It was too still, too cold, too dark and silent. So she went to be with him in the cold, dark, still silence of his tomb. But he wasn’t there.

She freaked out. She ran for help. She was frantic. But the help couldn’t find him either, and they went back to bed.

She stayed. She cried. She didn’t know if she was dreaming or awake any more. She was worn out by her grief.

So he came to her. He wasn’t really ready yet – resurrection has got to be a pretty profound process – but he came anyway, because she couldn’t wait, so he wouldn’t wait.

Because he loved her. He loved them all.

So he came to her, and he said,

“mary …”

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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