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saint sebastian tended by saint irene but they're both drag artists

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medieval heart-shaped prayer book in a medieval painting and in real life

“Mary’s inability to recognize Jesus may stem from any of the reasons mentioned—grief, disbelief, or the more theological reason that the glorified body did not have the same appearance as did his earthly body. Or maybe she is just stunned by a dead man suddenly alive. Imagine one of your favorite relatives simply showing up at the grave. We can imagine standing there motionless, waiting for an answer. Then comes one the tenderest passages in the whole Gospel: “Jesus said to her, Mariam. She turned and said to him in Hebrew, ‘Rabbouni!’” The two words are preserved in Aramaic, transliterated into Greek. Jesus calls her by name—"Mariam.“ She responds with the Aramaic word for rabbi: “Rabbouni.” Aramaic words, you’ll remember, likely reach back to the lips of Jesus, and in this case, of Mary. Imagine her hearing that familiar voice speak her name. The experience would have been unforgettable, and she would have been sure to repeat that very word when she recounted the story, at first to the disciples, next to the evangelist, and to anyone who would listen, probably until the day she died. Her own friends and circle of admirers would have treasured and preserved this Aramaic call and response: “Mariam…Rabbouni.” Not until Jesus speaks her name does Mary know him. At first, Mary couldn’t recognize him, but she knew that distinctive voice with the Nazarean accent—the voice that called her into wholeness when it expelled whatever demons troubled her, the voice that welcomed her into his circle of friends, the voice that told her she was valued in the eyes of God, the voice that answered her questions, the voice that laughed over a meal, the voice that counseled her near the end of his earthly life, the voice that cried out in pain from the cross. Mary knew that voice, because it was a voice that had spoken to her in love. Then she recognizes who it is. Because sometimes seeing is not believing. Loving is.”

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Fr. James Martin, SJ

Easter Sunday meditation: Jesus and “Mariam.”

From “Jesus: A Pilgrimage”:

jesus entering jerusalem for the last time is meaningful. but it's wrong to think that there is a terminus here, or that we can talk only of him entering on a colt in the morning. because the gospel tells us that he spends the whole day in the city, looking around, wandering, engaging, ongoing, becoming, until it is very late--and only then does he go to find a place to rest with his friends. the image of palm sunday is not of a god entering holy ground. instead, it is a god entering holy ground for the last time--and he knows this. he's taking it all in. he's turning quietly down a side street to take a deep breath. he's staying out later than half of his friends want him to. this god is nostalgic. moving slow, dragging his feet. wanting one, last, good day

Jesus, appearing to the disciples after the crucifixion: peace be - stop screaming, it's just me - peace be unto you

thinking about when a door-to-door missionary asked my dad if he had a personal relationship with jesus and he replied, deadpan, "I eat him."

Above all, serve God, love well, and commit to the Bit

Art of  Mother Mary and baby Jesus from:

India, Iran, Indonesia

Ethiopia, Peru, Korea,

Russia, Turkey, Greece

Do you think Jesus ever felt homesick. Do you think he missed his mom