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Mary Magdalene was full of words and requests… and probably worries and grieving and nervousness… when she thought he was the gardener.
“Rabboni,” by Gutzon Borglum, Rock Creek Cemetery, Washington, DC. (own work)
Would he send her away or jeer at her or have her arrested? Would he tell her where they had taken Jesus, and would he let her take the body? Any caution she might have for herself or concern about the two disciples who had left for home was overridden by her need to care for Him. Indeed, moments before, she talked with two angels, and in her grief, that didn’t seem to have fazed her one bit.
But there was only one thing to say after He called her by name and she turned to see Him:
“Rabbouni.”
No questions about what had happened or how or why, or what would happen next to Him, to her, to their friends, or to those who hated them.
“Rabbouni.”
It was all she said. It was all she needed to say. It is all we need to say.
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