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*The Death of Pity*
1 Now when the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, that they might come and anoint Him. 2 Very early in the morning, on the first day of the week, they came to the tomb when the sun had risen.
3 And they said among themselves, “Who will roll away the stone from the door of the tomb for us?” 4 But when they looked up, they saw that the stone had been rolled away——for it was very large.
5 And entering the tomb, they saw a young man clothed in a long white robe sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed.
6 But he said to them, “Do not be alarmed.
You seek Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified.
He is risen!
He is not here.
See the place where they laid Him.
7 But go, tell His disciples——and Peter——that He is going before you into Galilee; there you will see Him, as He said to you.” 8 So they went out quickly and fled from the tomb, for they trembled and were amazed.
And they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.
(Mark 16:1-8)
Sunset, Saturday evening, April 7, AD 33.
Three women leave from their houses and meet in the town square.
Now that the Sabbath was over, the markets were once again open and they could go shopping.
Normally, shopping for them was like it was for most women—a joyous occasion, an opportunity to look at new things, and spend time with each other.
But this shopping trip was different.
While everyone else seemed to be in a celebratory mood, especially the Scribes, Pharisees, and town elders, these three women were as sad as they could possibly be.
So with heavy hearts they made their way, zombie-like, to the spice store.
Without saying too much, they brought the spices they would need for the next morning.
Laden with their burdens, they shuffled back toward the town square.
At the place where their paths home diverged, they agreed to meet again early Sunday morning.
They hugged each other silently in sorrowful farewell, barely restraining their tears.
Before sunrise, Sunday morning, April 8, AD 33.
Three women leave from their houses and meet again in the town square.
It’s obvious that none of them had slept much since they had last seen each other a few hours earlier.
Having slung their burdens on their backs or placed them on their heads, holding hands, they made their way toward their destination.
No one talked.
What could they say that they haven’t already said to themselves and to each other a thousand times already?
They thought He was the One.
But they saw Him mocked and beaten and spit upon.
They were in the crowd when that cowardly rascal Pilate paraded Him before them all.
They couldn’t believe their eyes.
There He was, on the steps, wearing a purple robe and holding a flimsy reed.
But the robe didn’t cover up His wounds.
So much blood.
These weren’t pampered women.
They were used to seeing animals butchered.
They weren’t squeamish about such things.
But nothing they had seen before had prepared them for that sight.
There He was.
The cruel Romans had crushed a crown, made of long, sharp thorns upon His head and His blood was running freely down His face.
The blood from His flogged back and chest and stomach mixed with that from His head and puddled on the marble stone beneath His feet.
They had thought that He was to be the One.
Was it only six days ago that they were in the front of the procession leading Him through the streets of Jerusalem, shouting, “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord?”
But they saw Him crucified.
They saw Him lifted high upon that dishonorable tree.
They heard Him cry, “It is finished.”
And they watched Him breathe His last breath.
They shuddered when the soldier stabbed his dirty old spear into His side to make sure that He was dead.
They saw the soldiers take His body down from the cross.
They’d heard a rumor that kind old Joseph had put Him in one of his tombs.
That’s where they were headed.
They had brought the spices to anoint His body.
They figured that it was the least that they could do for all that He had once done for them.
Their faith was dead.
Their hope was dead.
Only their love for Him drove them on.
As they drew near the tomb, one of them had an awful thought.
What about the stone?
How were they going to move the stone?
They were by themselves—all of the men were too frightened to show their faces around town because they feared that they would share His fate.
So it was just them.
And there was no way that those three women had the strength to roll that huge stone out of the way.
“What will we do?”
They asked each other.
Well it’s too late to turn back now, they must have agreed.
Let’s deal with that problem when we get there.
So, on they went, their destination nearly reached.
They arrived at the tomb just as the sun had started to rise.
To their relief, they saw that the stone had been rolled away.
But that relief quickly turned to fear.
Who did that?
They must have whispered among themselves.
Grave robbers?
Or worse?
Huddling closer together for safety, they peeked into the tomb.
The first rays of the morning shone on a young man, dressed in white robes that reached down to the stone floor.
He must be some kind of nobleman to be dressed so expensively, they had to be thinking.
And now they were definitely afraid.
As if reading their thoughts, the young man told them not to be frightened.
Surprising them even more, if that were possible, he told them that the One whom they were seeking was no longer there.
What did that mean?
They must have asked themselves.
Where did He go?
Again reading their thoughts, the young man told that that He had risen, just like He said He would.
And that He would meet them all later in Galilee.
But now they needed to go back and tell the men, the disciples, that Jesus was risen.
And be sure to tell Simon Peter that Jesus is looking forward to seeing him later.
Could this be true?
They wondered.
Turning around quickly they started walking back.
As they walked they began to remember what He had told them.
Yes, yes, they said among themselves, now I remember…suffer and die and after three days…rise again.
Has it been three days?
Yes, I think it has.
Could He be the One?
The excitement caused them to walk faster and faster.
Soon they were running.
They had to find the men and tell them what they had seen and heard.
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