Gospel Reflection — John 20:11-18
I have an adorable 10-month old niece, who thankfully looks nothing like this joke-baby-picture I made of myself which you see here. I’m somewhat wondering now why I thought it was a good idea to use this picture for this post.
ANYWAY! Back to the story of my niece. She’s a fairly easy going, happy baby, who has generally been quite content to play nicely by herself. You can just set her on the floor and she’ll crawl all over the place and play with her toys while she happily babbles to herself. But one of the things I’ve noticed is that at times, even though she was fine playing on her own, should she look up and see that mommy isn’t there, she instantaneously turns from happy-go-lucky to the black death. She’d scream out and cry as though the world was ending, but when my sister merely popped her face into the room, my niece would stop crying on a dime and go back to playing and babbling and blowing baby bubbles. She just wanted to know where mom was.
Mary Magdalene at the tomb is found weeping, and she is questioned twice as to why she weeps. Her answer is not that she is weeping because Jesus died, but rather because she doesn’t know where her Lord has gone. I was thinking about this example of the love Mary Magdalene has for Jesus, and it makes me wonder whether I have this same love for God. Because not every love is the kind of love you weep over when someone is gone. When I leave the room, my niece doesn’t break down in tears because she doesn’t know where I’ve gone. Uncle Steve can leave the room, but when mom is gone, that’s when everything falls apart. How much more with our Lord should we have a love that we cannot live without. That’s the love of Mary Magdalene. It is a love that makes her ache when she does not know where her Lord has been taken—a love that brings her to tears when she finds Him missing.
Do we have that same love and aching for God? When we turn away from Him in sin, does it so pain our hearts that we have pushed Him away, that we would be brought to tears? Or when we have grown distracted or complacent, do we break down and fall apart, unable to live on in such a state because the love of Jesus is a love we cannot live without?