“They asked her, ‘Woman, why are you crying?’ ‘They have taken my Lord away,’ she said, ‘and I don’t know where they have put him.’ At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.
‘Woman,’ he said, ‘why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?’
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, ‘Sir if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.’
Jesus said to her, “Mary.”
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, ‘Rabboni!’ (which means Teacher).”
I sent out a mass text to my friends tonight. The question? What is your interpretation of why Mary Magdelene didn’t know Jesus until He said her name at the empty tomb? (not verbatim)
I got lots of different responses. The majority, though, was that she was stressed. She just didn’t recognize Him. I get that. I do. My next question back to them was this: But it says “She turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize it was Jesus.” She had a short conversation with him. He addresses her as, “Woman” and asks why she’s crying and who she’s looking for. It also says she thought He was the gardener. The instant, though, that He says her name, she screams “Rabboni!”
It was Jesus.
She knew. He said her name, and she knew. They had spoken right before that. She looked at Him. She heard His voice. But when He said her name, she knew.
Why? What was it about him saying her name? I honestly don’t have a clue.
I know that death is a high-stress time. Sometimes you’re not totally with it. Sometimes even when you’re having a conversation with someone, you might not realize what you’re saying or remember it later. I’ve been there. Heck, death doesn’t have to be involved and still I sometimes don’t remember I’ve talked to someone or remember anything about the conversation.
I get it. I really do. But what is it about hearing someone you love, someone you’ve shared part of your life with, say your name? The sound is always sweeter coming from those who are dear to you. Let’s face it. Julie is a pretty popular name. I’m probably not going to turn around unless I recognize the voice of the one who calls. But sometimes when someone you love says your name, you just wake up. Mary thought all hope was lost and then He, the one who came to heal the broken in this world, said her name. Hope was restored, not just to her, but to the world.
Maybe, as one of my friends said, she was looking so hard for Jesus, and even though He was right there, she missed the obvious. He was right in front of her. The One she had been searching was right there, calling her name.
I’m interested in discussing this with you. Please comment. Let me know what you think. Like I said above, I really don’t know. But I definitely want to know what you all think!