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- 890 No wonder that she stood watching when He hung on the cross; now “beholding afar off;” now “by the cross.” No wonder that she followed the body to the grave, and “beheld the tomb and how He was laid.” She did not expect Him to appear again. It was the last farewell. She
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892 MARY IN THE CARDEN OF GETHSEMANE
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896 came early on Sunday morning to the tomb—"very early in the morning" "as it began to dawn"—starting on her melancholy mission "when it was yet dark." She came to weep there. She came to assist in anointing and embalming His body, if ever that stone could be rolled away.
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898 Just where this grave and garden were no one knows. Here the archaeologists confuse us. And they are themselves confused. There are swarms of fancies, but no one knows. And it is well. Christianity pure and simple does not care for "things" and "places" and "times" and "seasons." As Dr. Rudolph Stier says: "Any superstitious value for these is a mere infirmity of faith." All we care to know is that as we stand on Olivet and look northward and westward, somewhere within our field of vision "the Lord lay." And from this Olivet, a little to the east of us, He ascended to the heavens. "He is not here, He is risen." He is "at the right hand of God in the glory of the
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901 Father.” “And wheresoever two or three are met together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.” We know where He is, why should we care to know where His grave was.
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903 Mary Magdalene was earliest of all on Sunday morning at the tomb of her Lord. And she was first of all to see Him. We have in the Gospels the full story: The empty grave; the haste to make report to Peter and John; their haste to see for themselves; the sight of grave-clothes and folded napkin; the departure of the two, and the second arrival of Mary Magdalene. She stood without at the sepulchre weeping. No, Mary, you cannot see the dear dead face, nor can you wrap anew with spices and sprinkle with perfumes the precious body of your beloved Friend. Then comes the rush of memories. Then the settling down upon her spirit of that rayless night of despair. What if the seven demons come again? And what of that vague hope of a new kingdom that once or twice touched her
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906 soul? But all is over. Weep on, poor woman! Nay, give one more look through blinding tears “at the place where the Lord lay.”
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908 “And as she wept, she stooped down and looked into the sepulchre, and seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain. And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid Him.
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910 “And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus.
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912 “Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? Whom seekest thou?
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914 “She, supposing Him to be the gardener, saith unto Him, Sir, if thou hast borne Him hence, tell me where thou hast laid Him, and I will take Him away.
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916 “Jesus saith unto her, Mary.
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918 “She turned herself, and saith unto Him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master.
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