He spoke her name…her heart sang His…

Great Grandma Byerly. Grandma Ward. Angie. Deb. Donna. Mrs. Cannon. Hannah. Brittany. Skye. Lori. Ann. Katie. Shaina. These are the names of women who have been shaped by God and who have helped shape me. These are the names of sisters whose love for Jesus is almost too much to stand in the presence of; yes, you almost feel like you have to fall to your knees. These are ladies who I am privileged to share a passion for Jesus with now and for always. But there were some before them.

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There were many, actually. Women (and men) who came to know His touch, His look, His presence, His voice. Today, we talked about just such a woman; Mary Magdalene. She’s kind of a mystery and as with all mysteries people like to guess her role; many have it wrong. With all that we don’t know, there are some things we do. She was healed by Jesus from demon possession, she became one of the band of women who would not only follow Jesus but precede Him into towns in order to prepare for Him and His disciples, and she loved Him…truly, really love Jesus!

Mary may have been one of those women that many would say was obsessed or that she just was “too much to handle” where Jesus was concerned. Maybe they thought she should lighten up – not be so serious. Or maybe she had a sweet sense of humor; maybe she laughed a lot! Regardless, I’m sure she must have smiled a lot; she must have radiated as Moses did after His meeting with God in the tent. She must have; she lived in the presence of Jesus! After who knows how long in the dark, He became her Light. After being overcome by Hate himself, she was consumed by Love Himself. After being shackled and silenced, she was free to dance and given a new song to sing. And there was only one Name that ruled her life then…Light, Love, Freedom, Dance, Song…In Jesus’ Name.

The morning she found that borrowed carved-out rock empty, Mary’s very breath could have left her…her life over; for her very Life had been there and now He wasn’t. She was desperate. The darkness of years left behind her now must have seemed nearer and darker than before. With no Light, how would she see? With no Jesus to prepare for, what work would she do? With no Love to dance and sing for, would her days and worship turn silent? Maybe…she began to hum…mumble…weep out..?

Nothing compares to Your embrace
Light of the world forever reign

My heart will sing
no other Name
Jesus, Jesus

And then,
14 She turned to leave and saw someone standing there. It was Jesus, but she didn’t recognize him. 15 “Dear woman, why are you crying?” Jesus asked her. “Who are you looking for?”

She thought he was the gardener. “Sir,” she said, “if you have taken him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will go and get him.”

…My heart will sing no other Name Jesus, Jesus…

16 “Mary!” Jesus said.

She turned to him and cried out, “Rabboni!”

I wonder, if maybe, she knew His Voice when He spoke her name because her heart always and only sang His

You are good, You are good
When there’s nothing good in me
You are love, You are love
On display for all to see
You are light, You are light
When the darkness closes in
You are hope, You are hope
You have covered all my sin

You are peace, You are peace
When my fear is crippling
You are true, You are true
Even in my wandering
You are joy, You are joy
You’re the reason that I sing
You are life, You are life,
In You death has lost its sting

Oh, I’m running to Your arms,
I’m running to Your arms
The riches of Your love
Will always be enough
Nothing compares to Your embrace
Light of the world forever reign

You are more, You are more
Than my words will ever say
You are Lord, You are Lord
All creation will proclaim
You are here, You are here
In Your presence I’m made whole
You are God, You are God
Of all else I’m letting go