“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”:
My sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for, and deserved. And which, ever since, I've… Ever since I've always felt I prevented. So, in the book, I wanted to give Robbie and Cecilia what they lost out on in life. I'd like to think this isn't weakness or evasion, but a final act of kindness. I gave them their happiness.
Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright
jesus was really just like "are you fucking stupid"
My current icon is that of the Theotokos as the Softener of Evil Hearts. May she bless your dash and help soften even the hardest of hearts.
Gold pendant necklace with icons, decorated with pearls and precious stones. Byzantine, 11th - 12th century with Russian additions made in the 13th century
from The Kremlin Museums
you’ve heard of Joan of arc as the patron of queer ppl and gender nonconformity, now get ready for Joan of arc, patron of schizophrenics, psychotics, and weirdos
Iconograffity, by Alexandr Tsypkov
“The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and left untried.”
— G.K. Chesterton
Madonna and baby :)
"Why are you supporting X group when you know that they would hate you for being X?" is such an odd take to me. Are you only capable of caring for the people who care for you? Skill issue. Luke 6:32.
20s. all pronouns. religious sideblog. greek orthodox. just a place to reblog stuff so as to not annoy my followers on my main @fluxofdaydreams
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