How in the world did I miss my own blog birthday? Ugh. Turns out, it was March 3, 2012. Anyways, I was going to have a blogger bash and stuff but as you can see, I completely forgot. Ha...ha. Yep, that's me, the forgetter. I'm still probably going to have a blogger bash thingamabob so keep checkin in! Anyways, Easter is tomorrow and I'm sooo excited to spend time with my family, eat yummy food, take pictures and all that fun stuff! But I'm also excited about (say it with me now) the resurrection of Jesus! To get you into the mood of the Resurrection, I found after quite a few minutes of searching, a story I wrote last year in my writing class. It's a tad bit embarrassing to read since I can write much better than that but it was the only story I had so sit back and enjoy my biblical fiction!
Mary’s Devotion
“Why did this have to happen?” Mary
Magdalene worriedly asked the other women who were walking with her to the tomb
of Jesus. “What do you mean, Mary?” a young girl named Ruth asked Mary. “I mean
about Jesus dying. He was the first person who actually paid attention to me.
He was my closest friend! Why did he have to die?” Mary grieved. “He had to
die, it was His command from God.” Ruth replied. As the other women kept on
talking, Mary Magdalene’s mind was thousands of miles away in a completely
different time. She was thinking about Jesus’ death.
She was in the front of the line watching
him get whipped, 39 times. Most people laughed at him and a few people cried
for Jesus. Mary was one of those people who cried. The next
thing Jesus did was carrying the cross from where he was beaten to where his cross
was to be put up. The last and worst thing that they did to Jesus Mary
Magdalene could hardly stand-they nailed his hands and feet to the large cross.
“Mary!” Shouted a voice. “Who, what, where!” Mary yelled frantically, “We’re here,” Ruth, explained. “Oh, um,
I knew that,” Mary anxiously laughed.
As the young women got closer to the
tomb, they realized that the tombstone had been secretly rolled away for since
it was still dark it was hard for them to tell from a distance that the
tombstone was gone. “I must tell Simon Peter and John.” Mary Magdalene said as the
other women dropped to their knees and wept.
Mary ran as fast as she could to Simon
Peter’s home. She knew that the two beloved disciples would know what to do.
When she reached Simon Peter’s humble home she knocked on the door frantically.
Simon Peter heard the door but felt too
sleepy to get up. But as the knocking continued he knew he wouldn’t be able to
get back to his much needed sleep so he got up and answered the door. Surprised
to see Mary Magdalene that early in the morning he stepped back a little.
“Mary, what a pleasant sur,” “Simon, some of the village women and I went to
Jesus’ tomb this morning and, oh Simon, the tombstone has been rolled away and
Jesus’ body was taken away!” Mary interrupted. “I will go get John
immediately.” Simon Peter replied, alarmed by this sad news.
Still in his nightclothes Simon Peter ran
over to John’s home and knocked loudly on the door just as Mary had done. He
was greeted by big yawn. “John, we must go over to Jesus’ tomb immediately.
Jesus’ body is gone!” Simon Peter told John frantically. “OK, as soon as I
change tunics.” John assured Simon sleepily. “I suppose you didn’t hear me. Jesus’
body is gone, we must go investigate now! There’s no time to change!” Simon
yelled.
Running to the tombstone John raced ahead
of Simon who was already very tired from his run to John’s home. Once John
reached the tomb he stooped and looked in but waited for Simon Peter to reach
the massive tombstone to go in. Simon Peter reached the tomb shortly after John
got there and panting Simon went in almost knocking his head on the opening in
the process. John silently followed him so that he would know Jesus’ body was
really gone. Seeing that Jesus’ body really wasn’t in there and that Mary
Magdalene was right, the two young men walked home in silence.
Mary, who had been standing there weeping with the two men, looked
inside and saw instead of linens, two angels one sitting at the head and one
sitting at the feet of where Jesus’ body was. “Woman, why are you weeping?”
they asked her. “They have taken my sweet Lord and I don’t know where they have
put him!” she replied solemnly. As Mary said this she quickly walked backwards
getting a last look at the angels. Suddenly she ran into someone so she turned
around frantically and said, “I’m so very sorry! Sir, are you the gardener? Do
you know where Jesus’ body is? If you’ve taken it please tell me where you have
put His innocent body!” The man looked at her and said, “Mary.” “My teacher!”
Mary gasped as she fell to her knees. Because of Mary’s devotion to her Master
she was able to learn what true friendship means.
My story came from Matthew 28:1-9. ;)
