Olea Corcoran

The world has many edges, and it's easy to fall off.

Easter Thoughts

I know that my Redeemer lives. What comfort this sweet sentence gives.

This post at the Exponent fills me with comfort, and wonder that the Saviour is my Redeemer.

He lives to silence all my fears, He lives to wipe away my tears, He lives to calm my troubled heart, He lives all blessings to impart.

Then Jesus six days before the passover came to Bethany, where Lazarus was which had been dead, whom he raised from the dead. (Now Jesus loved Martha, and her sister, and Lazarus). There they made him a supper; and Martha served: but Lazarus was one that sat at the table with him.

Christ had not long since raised Lazarus from the dead. But first, He wept. For his own grief, and for Mary and Martha - for their grief over Lazarus, and their faith that if He had been there, their brother would not have died. But this miracle was also a foreshadowing of His own death and resurrection from the dead. Was He also weeping in anticipation of their grief for Him? 

Martha had proclaimed her testimony that Jesus Christ was the Son of God, even before the miracle of bringing back her brother from the dead. During this meal, Mary showed her testimony of the Saviour's divinity and purpose.

Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair

Judas complained about the money that could have been used to feed the poor, and Jesus Christ, instead of rebuking him as a liar and a hypocrite for stealing from the money for feeding the poor, defended Mary. He honoured her witness of Christ as Prophet, Priest and King, and accepted her love and faith, and taught the disciples that against the day of my burying hath she kept this.

And the house was filled with the odour of the ointment.

And He was killed, and, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake and rocks rent; and He was buried.

Early on the day after the sabbath, while it was still dark, the women approached the tomb and wondered how they would open the sepulchre - only to see that the stone was already removed. Mary Magdalene stood without at the sepulchre weeping. When two angels in the empty tomb asked her Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord and I know not where they have laid him. Then, seemingly in her grief, not recognising that they are angels, she turns away from them, and saw a man standing and knew not that it was Jesus.

She asked, if he has moved the body, where it is and she will take it away. She has no room for anger, her heart is full of sorrow. And then, with a word, just by saying her name, the Saviour heals her and fills her heart with hope and love and peace. The Risen Lord is the Redeemer of us all - not just from death, but from pain and affliction of every kind.

Our fears, our tears, our troubled hearts, the Saviour knows them all - even before the atonement, he mourned with those that mourned, comforted those that stood in need of comfort, caused the lame to walk and the blind to see. He died that we might live again. And then He rose again, and not only is He whole, He can make us whole.