Mary Magdalene Speaks Part II

Today’s blog is the second part of a series.  Here, Mary Magdalene tells us a little about the Jesus that she had come to know and love.  There might be something here for us to learn. 

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Jesus was quiet, peaceful, transforming

The Jesus I knew was a prayerful, quiet, peaceful man.  As I mentioned, to simply be in his presence was transforming in and of itself.
It is rare to encounter a human being who is peaceful to their very core and radiate that peace in a way that facilitates the growth of that peace in others.  This is what Jesus did.  And he was compassionate and deeply loving.  To every human he encountered, he looked
deeply into their eyes and what they would see was a pure, deep and overwhelming love.  To gaze into his eyes or to have him catch your gaze, you would immediately be filled with a love that was at times overwhelming, even excruciating.  Because Jesus knew the love that he was in Oneness with God, this is what he radiated back to every living creature.  To gaze into his eyes, you had no choice but to get a glimpse into the truth of the love that you are and for that moment , you remembered.  There was a trick to this, however.  Most could not bear the overpowering sensation of that love. They did not believe themselves worthy or were unable to fully receive that love.  As such, the response of many was to quickly shut out that love, to close the door to their heart, to build up some sort of defense against that love.  For some, however, the experience of this gaze was deeply transforming – they would weep in the face of the enormity of that love, they would weep at the sorrow of having missed that love, they would grieve the years spent in perceived separation from that love and their heart would break open, the veil would fall away, the defenses shattered and they were able to receive the fullness of that love.  For those that could endure the loving gaze of my Lord, they became fully Christed beings themselves and went on to bring this healing love to others.  Mother Mary was one who was able to endure this love and through her loving gaze, the world continues to find
healing.  I too was able to not only endure, but revel in this love… not because I had already been prepared as Mother Mary had been, but because I was dead and had nothing left to lose.  Jesus’ loving presence raised me from the tomb in which I had been living and I was forever changed.  My brother Lazarus and sister Martha were also recipients of this love as were some of the disciples and many others too numerous to name.  Sadly, the numbers of those unable to receive staggeringly outnumber those who were able.  This was true in the years in which Jesus lived and is true still today.

Jesus was filled with Joy

So Jesus was peaceful, compassionate, prayerful and loving.  He was also filled with joy.  One cannot know the loving Presence of God and not be a person of ecstatic joy.  While Jesus had his quiet, peaceful moments, especially when communing with God in prayer, or when engaged in discussion with religious authorities, or when listening to another’s pain, he loved to play and have fun.  He laughed and danced and sang and loved to join in the celebration of life.   He reveled in the gift of all of God’s creation – people, nature, animals – he saw God in everything and it was this awareness that was the truest source of his joy.

Jesus was hard

And Jesus was hard. And I do not mean by this that he was stern, rigid or unforgiving.  What I mean is that he did not take “no” for an answer.  He knew the love of God.  And he saw all those places in man and in the world where this love had been forgotten….and he had no qualms about pointing that out.  When “the law” got in the way of God’s love…..Jesus let you know about it. When your pride was getting in the way of God’s love….Jesus pointed it out.  When you wanted to impose your own agenda on God’s love, Jesus held up the mirror. What I learned about this “hardness” in Jesus was that it was merely a reflection of the defenses we human beings put up against the love of God.  Jesus did not let you off the hook, and he knew what you needed to see these defenses within yourself.  To Peter, Jesus seemed confrontational.  To Judas, resistant.  To the Pharisees and Sadducces, Jesus was a thorn in their side.  To the moneychangers in the temple, Jesus appeared greedy.  What they were really seeing through Jesus was the blocks they had placed between themselves and God.  And either they could see the truth in themselves, or they built greater defenses. Sadly, it was the latter that was the most frequent choice.

Who is Jesus to you?

Lauri Lumby

Authentic Freedom Ministries

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2 thoughts on “Mary Magdalene Speaks Part II

  1. Lauri,

    The comment above reminds me of a contemporary Christian song that says, in part: “it’s more like falling in love than finding something to believe in.” I do not “believe in” Jesus. I know him, and know him to be all he is, to me and to the world.

    You asked: Who is Jesus to you?

    It may seem odd, but Jesus is father to me. I won’t explain it here, but my earliest recollections place him as my father….Who is God the Father to me then? Grandpa, or course! Lol…I’ve always seen the Father in my faith tradition as a loving, but gruff old source of law.

    Jesus was different: unconditionally loving, understanding and accessible. I have always held a deep trust of Jesus…although when I left the church, I admitted to myself that my relationship to Jesus would be changed, too.

    Today, my relationship has changed even more. I call, and consider Jesus to be my brother…although a profoundly different kind of brother from anyone else on this earth. He is also present in every face, each gesture of love, and every human suffering.

    Strangely, perhaps, when I was young, my relationship to Jesus was deeply personal, and even quite private. Today, I feel called to be part of a chorus of life, part of a multitude of voices that speak in his name. As a brother, he is bigger to me, in many ways, than he was when I thought of him as my father.

    Curious.

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