We have all heard the phrase, “It’s not what you know, but who you know.” This was certainly true for Mary Magdalene in the Easter story in John 20. For until she met Jesus, she didn’t know anyone who took her seriously—who listened to her, who valued her, who loved her. Mary Magdalene was streetwise and independent. She knew how to survive in a man’s world. She knew how to make things happen.
But it didn’t matter what she knew in the eyes of the privileged and the powerful of her day—she was a nobody. Mary did not know anybody who loved her just for her until she met Jesus. For Mary Magdalene, it really was true—it wasn’t what she knew, it was who she knew that made the difference in her life.
But now that “who”—Jesus—was dead, and her life was turned upside down. This is why Mary went to the tomb so early that morning. She couldn’t imagine life without knowing Jesus—without the one and only meaningful relationship she had ever had.
Mary Magdalene rose before the sun on that first day of the week to go to the tomb to grieve the one she had lost. Mary gingerly picked her way through the darkness of the pre-dawn, with tears in her eyes and grief in her heart.
But when Mary arrived at the tomb, she was met by an astonishing site. The stone that sealed the tomb had been rolled away. Jesus’ body was gone and only grave cloths remained. Mary stood at the tomb weeping, thinking someone had taken Jesus’ body away. Mary couldn’t imagine that Jesus was alive—raised from the dead. It didn’t matter that Jesus had mentioned it so many times. Mary knew intellectually about the possibility of resurrection:
• she knew Jesus raised the widow’s son at Nain;
• she knew Jesus raised Jairus’ daughter from the dead;
• she knew Jesus called Lazarus from the tomb after he’d been dead 4 days;
• she heard Jesus himself say a number of times that the Son of Man would be killed and 3 days later rise again.
And yet, there she stood at the empty tomb with Jesus’ body gone—and she was more distraught and dumbfounded than ever because the resurrection was not real for her. Even a conversation with angels didn’t make it real for her! As Mary wept, she turned around and there stood Jesus himself--living and breathing and speaking! Mary sees Jesus with her own eyes. Mary hears Jesus’ voice with her own ears: “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for?”
Mary has all the information she needs to trust that Jesus is actually alive: in addition to an empty tomb, folded grave cloths and angels; Jesus himself stands before her and speaks to her.
But the evidence before her isn’t enough. It’s not what she knows about resurrection, and now it’s not even who she knows, since Jesus is right in front of her. Mary is more confused than ever, thinking Jesus is the gardener!
So what is it that finally makes the resurrection real for Mary? I did not fully understand what it was until my husband’s Grandmother had a series of strokes and we traveled to Philadelphia to visit her. We learned that Grandmother wasn’t doing well—her memory had been damaged and her activity was severely limited. Dan knew he couldn’t expect much, if anything from this visit. He didn’t know if she would even know who he was.
As we walked into the room, his worst fears were confirmed. Grandmother was lying in bed asleep, and this woman who baked bread and turned the world over every day, didn’t even look like herself. She looked all of her 93 years with her jaw slack and her skin, pale. With tears in his eyes, and grief gripping his heart, Dan touched her gently and woke her up. He said, “Grandmother, it’s me, Danny.” She opened her eyes and looked over at him. In a familiar voice—
• a voice that had read him stories
• a voice that had said prayers and tucked him in bed at night
• a voice that had called him to the dinner table
In that familiar voice, Grandmother looked at Dan and with the delight of recognition, she said, “Oh, you sweet boy.”
In that moment, it didn’t matter what Dan knew about her condition; it didn’t matter who she had been for him. What mattered was that he was known—known by someone he thought he had lost forever.
And that’s what happened to Mary. It didn’t matter what Mary knew. It didn’t even matter who she knew. What mattered on that first resurrection morning was that her Lord—the one she thought she had lost forever—Her Lord looked at her and in a very familiar voice—
• a voice that had said, “your sins are forgiven;”
• a voice that had prayed with her
• a voice that had called her to the table
In that familiar voice, Jesus looked at her and said, “Mary!” Only when she was known by Jesus, did the resurrection become real for her.
For the resurrection to be real in any of our lives, it’s not what we know—it’s not even who we know—it’s Who knows us. On this resurrection morning, our Risen Lord is standing before each of us and says in a familiar voice—
• a voice that has said, “your sins are forgiven;”
• a voice that has prayed with us and for us;
• a voice that has invited us to the table with the words, “This is my body….This is my blood”
In that familiar voice, Jesus calls each of us by name: Dan, Daniel, Jacob, Leah, Tom, Brenda, Rick, Carol, Steve…
We’ve all come to Easter looking for something. We have all come hoping to make sense of Jesus’ death, hoping to discover some truth about God, hoping that, for us, the resurrection might be real.
But we're really looking to be found—to be completely known by the Savior who calls each of us by name. We came to restore a relationship that we feared was lost—perhaps we haven’t been praying or haven’t been to church in a long time, and we thought our chance with God was gone. Or perhaps we go to church every Sunday, but never really believed Jesus died for us.
We each came today to be known intimately by name, by Jesus. And strange and wonderful things happen when we’re known by the Lord. We’re filled with a deep and exuberant joy!
• A joy in knowing the relationship we thought we had lost has been restored as Jesus calls out our name;
• A joy that makes fear and trembling and loneliness melt away;
• A joy that lets us know we will never, ever be alone again, no matter what;
• A joy that helps us to trust that our Savior walks with us even when we walk through the valley of the shadow of death;
• A joy that makes us run with Mary to go and tell others that Jesus Christ is indeed alive!
It’s a joy that enables us to say, “I have seen the Lord and he knows Me by name!”
Photo Credit: "Noli Me Tangere" (Stop Clinging to Me). Painting by Nik Helbig. Acrylic on Canvas, based on classical biblical theme of Mary Magdalene and Jesus. Connect with Nik Helbig on Facebook.
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Linda Anderson-Little