Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance. So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him!” …
Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot. 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. He asked her, “Woman, 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”). (John 20:1-16 NIV)
Miracle of all miracles. Mary’s son beat death. No one would have imagined it as they watched him die an agonizing death on the cross two days earlier. The tomb was empty. Lives forever changed. He conquered death for us.
Many people believe that miracles only happened in the bible. You only read about that stuff. Not today. Not now.
What miracles are happening around us each day that we don’t recognize because they are not grand and glorious like raising someone from the dead? Are we blind to them? Our minds and eyes perceive them as small, yet they are not. No miracle is small. When God does the miraculous, it’s huge.
Springtime blooming after a long, cold winter. New life budding on the tree limbs more and more each day. Opening up and ready to grow and flourish. A little girl coming home to her daddy. Turning from struggles and asking for help. Wanting to change, grow and flourish… much like that spring bloom.
Miracles. I can see God’s handprint and I’m in awe. Overwhelmed. Waiting in great anticipation for what is next.
On this Resurrection Sunday my hands are open wide and my heart is yearning for more of God’s miracles. Miracles in the ordinary things of our lives. Turning the secular into the sacred. Opening my heart and mind to see more of what is going on around me. Searching for miracles. Expecting miracles.