Acts 2:36-41; Psalm 33:4-5, 18-19, 20 and 22; John 20:11-18
Mary doesn’t recognize Jesus until he calls her name.
Maybe she was crying too hard to recognize him. Or maybe what she saw wasn’t what she was looking for. She thought she knew what that would be – a body wrapped in linen. The remains of her friend Jesus. The one she thought she knew; would always recognize. The familiar one. Maybe she was just too busy holding on to her memory of Jesus to recognize the real Jesus who stood before her. He wasn’t who she was expecting.
And then he calls her by name. And tells her to stop holding onto that she remembered but rather go and tell the other disciples that ‘I am going to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’ Because this new Jesus, the one Mary wasn’t expecting, the one she didn’t recognize, stood before her as the fulfillment of hope. In him was the assurance of salvation and eternal life – for if his Father is our Father, and his God, our God, then his journey and destination are ours as well.
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