All the new testament stories I’ve been reading lately have been about the presence of women in the story.
A presence that’s consistently sidelined and overlooked.
(and until mainstream Christian churches get their acts together and finally admit women to equal positions of authority, they will continue to become an irrelevance)
At this point in the story, they’ve come to the tomb to give Jesus’ body the kind of tender loving care he was denied in the cruelty of his dying.
And I think that when they get to this point, it’s their love and courage and devotion that has rolled away the stone.
Because love, courage and devotion have a power we consistently overlook…
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