Easter morning was dark. Mary’s heart was full of darkness, because she had seen Jesus die. As far as she was concerned, Jesus’ death was the end of everything. She had HOPED that Jesus was the one for whom Israel had waited so long. She had BELIEVED that He was the one—that He was the Messiah—that He was the one whom God had sent to save them. But now Jesus was dead, and Mary’s heart was heavy.
Have you ever experienced the dark of night? Of course, you have. We have all experienced awakening in the middle of the night, anxious about this or that, struggling in the darkness to solve some problem that refused solution.
Martin Luther King knew what I’m talking about. He said:
“We have experiences when the light of day vanishes, leaving us in some dark and desolate midnight—moments when our highest hopes are turned into shambles of despair….
During such moments, our spirits are almost overcome by gloom and despair, and we feel that THERE IS NO LIGHT ANYWHERE.”
“We feel that there is no light anywhere.”
St. Luke’s family, have you ever felt that way? I can assure you that I have. That is certainly how Mary Magdalene felt as she made her way through the darkness to Jesus’ tomb. There was no light anywhere.
But an old proverb says, “The darkest hour is just before the dawn.” Listen to that again: “The darkest hour is just before the dawn.” That proverb acknowledges that we experience terrible moments in our lives, but it also acknowledges that darkness is not the end, that darkness will surely give way to the light of dawn. Thanks be to God!