See, the resurrection of Jesus might be “the greatest story ever told”, It’s just rarely the story we ACTUALLY tell, because its not a story about new dresses and baskets and flowers and candy and spiffyness. Maybe there’s a benefit to that since none of that fussy shit has anything to do with the actual Gospel story because the actual gospel story is not fancy, its, downright messy. It’s kinda like the church’s version of putting out the guest towels. For many churches Easter is another word for “church show off day”…when we spiffy up the building and pull out the lilies and hire a brass quintet and put on fabulous hats and do whatever we have do to impress visitors. If her friends were anything like mine, for the rest of her life - after they’d all had a beer or two in them, her friends would be like, Hey Mary, remember when you mistook Jesus for the gardner? That was hilarious!Īnyhow, I’ve often wondered what most people think when they actually take the effort to read the story of Jesus rising from the dead. She came and saw the emptiness of the tomb and was afraid and then she saw Jesus standing there and….well, she thought it was a gardener. I have this theory that she never lived it down. On that first Easter, Early in the morning, all the guys had already high tailed it out of there but not Mary Magdalene.
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