This was (and I hope always will be) my message for Easter this year. Can you hear Him speaking your name?
Easter, 2019 (April 21); John 20:1
– 16 - TEACHER
Robert L. Withers, Prince George,
VA
Her life
has been shattered – her hopes dashed – her joy turned to sorrow. The light of her life
has gone out – her
heart is broken. From darkness to light
she had come but now back to darkness.
From despair to hope she had been borne, but now she’s collapsed back to
despair.
All those years in prison she had
lived. Not a prison of walls and bars
but a prison of inner torment. Not
jailers of flesh and blood, but unmerciful captors who took their orders from
none other than the warden himself, Satan.
We don’t know the details of her
captivity, we don’t know the specifics of her torment and despair – but we do
know who rescued her from prison, we do know who opened the windows of her soul
to see – after so many years in the dungeon of darkness - the light of life.
For years the only voices she had
known were those of her seven captors.
From morning till night and then through the night their voices were the
ones that filled her ears, her heart, her mind.
Their voices drove her to do things that repelled her, things that she
loathed to do, things that caused the citizens of her village to reel in
revulsion.
The chains of her tormentors did not
bind her hands and feet; they bound her heart, they bound her mind. The food she was given to subsist on in her
confinement was not bread and water but self-accusation, hopelessness,
self-loathing and perpetual despair.
Oh but then that day – which began
as just another night, for all days were as night and all nights were as if the
sun, moon and stars had been blotted off the heavenly canvass – yes, but then
there was that day that began as just another night.
The crowds were gathering, gathering
to hear the One known as the new Teacher.
It was said that anyone could come and see and hear Him.
“Anyone? Could this be true?” she asked, “but I am not
allowed in the synagogue because I am an outcast. And no respectable scribe or Pharisee, no
accepted religious leader would allow me to be in his audience.”
“Oh but,” she was told, “this
Teacher is not a scribe, He is not a Pharisee, and He carries no certificate of
authenticity nor license to preach from the religious authorities. Truly all are welcomed by Him…come…come and
see…come and hear.”
And so even though confined within
the walls of her prison she makes her way with the crowd and approaches the
Teacher. Her seven captors raise their
voices, “No! No! Not this way, you’re
going the wrong way! You vile despicable
woman, who would want you! Who would
love you! You’ll stay in this prison all
your life, you have no hope of escape.
This will be your home forever!!! You have no hope, no hope, no hope!!!”
As these frenzied voices reach a
high-pitched crescendo in their attempt to drown out all other voices – she
hears one word – one word amidst the cacophony of confusion within her heart
and mind – one word that pierces the darkness, one word that brings her heart
to life, one word that fills her lungs with pure fresh clean air –
“Mary.”
And the vile stench of her prison
leaves her, her broken heart is healed, a life of despair is transformed into a
life of joy, a life starved for love, starved for care and starved for
acceptance finds itself enveloped in the love of God, the love of the Teacher –
Jesus of Nazareth.