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The Way of the Cross - D.G. Moody
Fifteenth Station Jesus risen from the dead Mark 16: 4-8 Gathered in the gloom, of the cold upper room; the disciples in despair, the women more resigned; getting ready to prepare, a return to his tomb. They left the men asleep before first light. While hurrying, the earth shook with a tremor; bringing the sound of cries and rushing feet, as the guards sped past – with faces of terror. At the tomb, they found the stone rolled aside. When they looked in – his body had disappeared. Then an angel appeared, and calming their fears, told them Jesus had risen; so now they must go, to let the other’s know, he has broken death’s prison. When roused, they could not at first believe; none more than Peter and John, who ran to the tomb, hoping to absolve their grief. Arriving, they found his discarded linen. “And so, it’s true; it’s true! He has risen.” Following on, Mary Magdalene had come. Her love still clings to him, but he has now gone away, though she wants him to stay. And is that such a sin, her devotion to him? Then she hears his voice: “Mary” She turns, and sees him there, impossible but true – he stands as he always will: certainly, a man, but now more than that, his godhead shining through, so that when she clings to him, he must release her mortal flesh from his: “Dear Mary, listen to me; you must now go to them. Tell them I will go ahead, and will see them all, when we meet again, by the Sea of Galilee.”