Voices of the Passion and Easter - Mary Magdalene

I have imagined the reactions and thought processes of those people involved in the Good Friday and Easter narrative.

I hope that it will assist you to meditate on these events with fresh thoughts.

It was such a privilege to hear the Master say that those who had been forgiven much would love Him much. I know the truth of this because He had released me from so much sin (by delivering me from demons) and I couldn’t have enough love in my heart for Him.

I decided from that moment on that I would follow Him wherever He went and minister to Him as I knew that I would receive more from Him than I could possibly give.

When Jesus went to Jerusalem to celebrate the Passover, I decided to go there as well in the company of the other women. I thought that it would be a joyous occasion when my people would realise that the Promised One had finally arrived to free them. Instead, it went all wrong, not according to my plans at all, when the religious leaders arrested Him at night, away from the crowds, and proceeded to bring trumped up charges. Couldn’t they see that Jesus had been sent from God? Self-preservation and anger had blinded their eyes from adoring Him.

As the horrendous moment arrived, I realised that they were not going to back out of having my Lord judicially murdered. I was resolved to follow Him all the way to the cross. He had given me release from my past life, I wanted to give Him support in His hour of release.

I stood with the other women and John as the bloodied body of my Master was hoisted onto the cross. It was supposed to the warming temperatures of spring, but there was the distinct chill of death especially when the skies became unusually dark at midday when the sun disappeared.

We were not far away from Him, so we heard His every word, but even I was surprised by the strong affirmation that ‘It is finished!’ – instead of despairing, it was the declaration that His life’s mission had been accomplished.

We did not really grasp what that meant so, on the day after the Sabbath, I went with other women to His tomb to undertake the final act of reverence. However, when we got there, two shining ones told us Jesus’ body was no longer there as the living are not to be found among the dead.

The others rushed back to tell the disciples, but I decided to remain in the graveyard trying to make sense of it all. I thought I saw the gardener and asked Him where they had removed the body to. His soft voice just replied: ‘Mary.’ I knew then that my Teacher had really risen, and I fell down before Him in worship.

I am so grateful that the Master who had changed my life’s purpose has also changed my eternal hope to be with Him forever.