The first evangelist ran to tell Y'shua's disciples the good news after she saw the living Lord following his death on the cross. What had she seen? A gardener, a ghost? Her mind could not comprehend what her senses told her. She did not recognize him until he called her by name, and then she could not sit still in her time of mourning. She ran - to tell his disciples. Of course, they did not believe her, a grieving woman. But her bold eagerness to share her experience planted a seed of curiosity so that they had to go see for themselves. How alike we are to those first- century skeptics. Someone may have a fresh revelation to share, and we scoff at his or her story until we name it for ourselves. What would it be like to accept someone's experience as valid simply because they say so? If we did, maybe it would not have taken over two thousand years for the gospel to reach our hearts. Shalom, Mother BE
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