“They saw the linen cloths lying on the ground.”
In her poem, ‘A Remnant of Resurrection’ Joyce Rupp reflects on that part of the daffodil, the spathe, which protects the fragile bud but is discarded when the daffodil is in full bloom. On her kitchen table she had placed a bunch of daffodils with tightly wrapped buds.
behold, in the early hour of dawn,
I see resurrection on my kitchen table,
what captures my attention
is one small, thin remnant,
beneath the smiling daffodils.
this dry, transparent cover,
a cast-off tube of protection
once concealing a fragile bud,
conveys the price of blooming.
I pick up this remnant of resurrection
and hold it for a long, silent time,
wondering what soul-shroud of mine
needs to be unwrapped,
before I, too, am blooming.
We may have many soul-shrouds: dreams of how we wanted our lives to be; busyness – to avoid being fully present to our life situation. Perhaps we may be holding onto something even though we know it isn’t helping us to grow. It’s almost like a security blanket, a survival strategy, because we feel we have nothing else to hold onto.
- God of discarded remnants, your wisdom enables us to know what needs to be left and what needs to be carried into the future. We yearn for insight and wisdom.
- God of the empty tomb, untomb and uncover all that needs to live in us.
- God of the wonder of Resurrection, remove our resistance to the surprising ways you choose to enter our lives.
- God, source of all life, breathe life into all that is unlived within us.
Gospel: John 20:1-9
It was very early on the first day of the week and still dark, when Mary of Magdala came to the tomb. She saw that the stone had been moved away from the tomb and came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. ‘They have taken the Lord out of the tomb,’ she said, ‘and we don’t know where they have put him.’ So Peter set out with the other disciple to go to the tomb. They ran together, but the other disciple, running faster than Peter, reached the tomb first; he bent down and saw the linen cloths lying on the ground, but did not go in. Simon Peter, following him, also came up, went into the tomb, saw the linen cloths lying on the ground and also the cloth that had been over his head; this was not with the linen cloths but rolled up in a place by itself. Then the other disciple who had reached the tomb first also went in; he saw and he believed. Till this moment they had still not understood the scripture, that he must rise from the dead. The disciples then went back home.