She stood there weeping. She would not be comforted. The disciples had witnessed an empty tomb and went home. But Mary Magdalene, stayed on, lingering, and longing to see her Lord, even if it was just His body. Oh how would she cry over Him.
The events of the past days had been harrowing, to see her Lord and Teacher being nailed to a cross, hit her. She had hoped that someone He wouldn’t breath His last, He was the Messiah after all, one who was to save, one who healed and raised the dead, could He not have… prevented all this.
‘Woman, Why are you crying?’ Two angels asked her.
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.”
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