Very early in the morning while it is yet dark, I rise, remembering the words penned about Mary. She made her heartbroken way to a garden expecting to offer the spices of death.
Instead, she was first to receive the hallelujah message and went to proclaim it with a glad and believing heart.
“I have seen the Lord!” she said.
When I was a small child, mother bought new clothes for me to wear on Easter morning, from socks and shoes to underwear and slip. Dress, hat and gloves were spanking and sparkling fresh. I was new from the hide out.
Today, I reach for a skirt and top that’s been hanging in my closet for years. I add a purple sweater since it is a springy Easter-like color. I put on my mother’s vintage wind-up watch and the earrings my eldest granddaughter made for me when she was a child. I reach for two bracelets, gifts from good friends, adding the one that says “forgiven” and another with golden charms attached, words written on circles, “Messiah,” “King,” “Merciful,” “Jesus.”
I’m not new from the hide out, but I am new from within, a new creation through Jesus.
What other philosophy, religious regulations, treatment plan, or heart surgery can make someone new? In the dark of a hidden meeting Nicodemus faltered at the idea of re-entering his mother’s womb to be reborn.
It was and is what Jesus offers to those who can believe He is who He says He is – Lamb of God, the Promised One, Redeemer, Mediator of a better covenant, intercessory Great High Priest.
No longer called a sinner, I am proclaimed saint, clothed in the righteousness of the One who is worthy of the title of Savior.
I once walked in darkness, but now I am in the light.
I once was lost, but now I am found.
I once wore the stained garments of my own sin, but now I am clean.
And like Mary, I proclaim, “I’ve seen the Lord!” He is alive forevermore.