Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” She, supposing Him to be the gardener, said to Him, “Sir, if You have carried Him away, tell me where You have laid Him, and I will take Him away.” Jesus said to her, “Mary!” (John 20:15-16 NLT) It had been th e worse week of Mary’s life. She had followed Jesus. She had heard His words of life. He had seen the love of God displayed in the flesh. Jesus, the one who associated with sinners. Jesus, the one who healed the sick. Jesus, the one who raised the dead. Jesus, who taught so powerfully and told of a kingdom to come. And he was dead. She saw it with her own eyes as He breathed His last. The agony of hearing My God, My God why have you forsaken me from His parched lips. In the pre-dawn hours she hurries to go and anoint His body. What else could she do? He had given her so much. Her grief was immeasurable as she rushed to the tomb. And now, even His body is gone. Her