Summary: Jesus ends the whys and wherefores of our burdened hearts – not with explanations so much as with loving, perfect restoration – making all things right, maybe not here, but absolutely in heaven – a real place, a steadfast promise, a rock-solid guarantee f
Wandering through the phenomenal collection of art in the Louvre museum you can get an odd sense of awe and futility. This former residence of Napoleon is just so packed full with mankind’s creative treasures, it numbs the mind. Crowds gather around the Mona Lisa while the rooms of renaissance sculptures are virtually empty – there are definitely popular favorites. After several hours, I discovered mine. It grabbed me instantly and I had to sit down in a kind of surrender to its message. Let me take you to a story in John 20 to explain:
To say it was salting the wound would be a gross understatement. The only person who had truly loved her, the one who had freed her from slavery to sin and evil spirits, the one she called Lord and who held her heart – the rulers had mocked, tortured and sadistically killed him. And now, this…
She’d come to the tomb early. Stumbling her way through the dark garden, she’d found it open -- the stone covering rolled back! OPEN!?
“Why?!” her heart cried out along with her lips. ‘Why?!’
Searching for reasons in a storm of confusion and ever-deepening heartbreak, she grasped at an answer – ‘they have taken his body!’
She ran to where she found Peter, still sulking, and John. “They have taken away the Lord out of the tomb and …” she began. Hearing this, Peter jumped to his feet and ran out – confused, angry, grieving.
‘Oh, no! Why?!’ his heart lamented.
“…and we don’t know where they’ve laid him!” she finished.
At that, John broke out of his own dismay and bounded after Peter. He caught up and passed him by, reaching the tomb first. ‘Why?!’ his heart searched along with his eyes as he stooped and looked in, seeing just the strips of linen left behind.
Peter ambled past, breathing heavily, and entered the cave. Like his fellow disciple, he beheld the linen wrappings and the neatly folded face cloth.
Then John ventured in. For some reason, he saw and something ‘clicked’ inwardly – he believed.
But Mary remained outside. After the two men had left, she continued weeping. Now convinced that she would never see her beloved again, she looked inside. A bit surprised, she beheld two men dressed in white sitting at either end of the now empty grave clothes.
“Dear woman, why are you weeping?” they asked. She explained what seemed to be obvious, “Because they have taken away my Lord… and I don’t know where they’ve laid Him.”
‘How-did-it-happen’ questions were the last thing her heart could deal with now. She turned away with one more ‘Oh, why?!!’ echoing within her heart.
Just then, another gentle voice said, “Dear woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” Inexplicably, this voice seemed to unlock a watershed of heartbroken love.
This man was the gardener, she thought, he would know… “Sir, if You have carried Him away, tell me where You have laid Him, and I will take Him away.”
A breathless moment passed… Then came a familiar voice and along with it, the scent of fresh rain, wild roses and joy.
“Mary,” He spoke softly.
And her heart exploded!