
Christopher Thomas Sermon for Easter Sunday, Year 4 – 4/4/21 Isaiah 25:6-9 Psalm 118:1-2, 14-24 Acts 10:34-43 John 20:1-18 “Mary!” The day, like so many others, began in such sweet, deep, bitter, sad sorrow. So many of them do. The days, I mean. So disconnected. So anxious. So full of longing. To see, to smell, to touch, to hear, to taste, ah, to know. To know my beloved. My beloved spirated, saying unto me, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away with me!” Oh, to hear that bidding, but one more time. But, who knew? Really, seriously, who knew? She did not know. She could not see, him, Love, through her tears, her sorrow, her weeping, that love stood there, right in front of her, as plain as the very nose on her face! “Mary!” I can imagine, can’t you, that it was electric, that moment…