There is a moment in the Easter story that I keep coming back to. It happens in a garden, just after dawn. Mary Magdalene has come to the tomb and found it empty. She is weeping — not with joy, not yet — but with the particular grief of someone who has lost the one thing that made sense of everything else. She doesn't know what resurrection looks like. None of them did. All she knows is that the tomb is empty and the body is gone, and she is sta…
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