Early on the first day of the week, while it whar still dark out, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, Mary the mother of Joses, and Salome went ter the tomb. They brought spices so they might anoint the body of Jesus. Only when they seen that the stone be rolled back, they sneaked inter the tomb and spied a young feller dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side. Another mate sat on the left.
But no body lay on the stone slab. Only burial clothes and a folded napkin ter cover a body’s face remained. Trembling with fear, the women bowed thar faces ter the ground.
Then the man on the right, who really whar an angel, said ter the women, “Don’t be alarmed. You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. Why do you look for the living among the dead? See the place where they laid him. Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.'”
Then they remembered his words.
“Go! Say to his disciples and Peter, ‘He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.'”
Bewildered, afraid, and yet filled with joy, the women hurried away from the tomb.
Suddenly the Son met them. “Greetings,” he said. They came ter him, clasped his feet, and worshiped him. Then the Son said ter them, “Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.”
Right away Mary Magdalene ran ter Old Pete and Loving John and told ’em, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him!” So Peter and the other disciple started fer the tomb. Once the pair seen it whar empty, they went back ter John Mark’s mum’s home.
Mary remained outside the tomb sobbing. As she wept, she bent over ter look in the tomb one last time.
“Mary,” the Son said ter her.
She wheeled and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!”—which means “Teacher.”
“Do not hold on to me,” said the Sun. “I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.'”
Do not hold on to me. That be the charge ter Mary. Only think on this a wee little bit: one week later the Son told Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side.” (John 20:27)-Somehow between that dawn of the day of that empty tomb and days that followed, the Son ascended ter Skipper—or so it seems. Thar be a lot ter unpack in these verses and much controversy over what did and did not happen in the hours and days after his body went missing, but think on this: today, right now, we kin cling ter the feet of the Son without fear of getting shoved away.
If you done some bad stuff, dump it at the feet of the Sun.
If you think you cannot be loved, run ter the Son and let him give you all the loving you need. The Son be dying ter hug ya— died ter give you hugs, in fact.
Question be: will you let ‘im? Will you fall ter the feet of the Son and be loved on by him? If you think thar not be a soul in the world who loves ya, knows ya, cares fer ya, know this: the Son who whar with Skipper when the heavens and earth whar made loves you jest as you are right now—loves you and wants ter make his home with ya.
Please, I beg ya, let him ‘ave his way with you today.