I have understood why Mary Magdalene was found weeping at Jesus’s empty tomb,
overcome with grief and sadness because she didn’t know where His body
had gone. But just like Mary, I have also received help when I needed it
most.
For Mary, help came as an appearance from an angel. He said, “Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen” (Matthew 28:5–6). She also saw Jesus Himself (see John 20:14–18).
For
me, help came as a simple verse of scripture: “For I do know that
whosoever shall put their trust in God shall be supported in their
trials, and their troubles, and their afflictions, and shall be lifted
up at the last day” (Alma 36:3).
I
found that scripture almost
exactly a year and a half after my nephew passed away. I was sitting in
the kitchen with his older sister, Kate, one morning when God placed
that little verse in our path. I was amazed that even at the young age
of 8, my niece understood this scripture was promising her and her
grieving family hope and help in their time of need.
Every Easter
season my mother taught us about Jesus’s final days on earth. She would
hand each of us an Easter egg, and we would open them one after another
to reveal the simple objects inside. One egg contained coins,
representing Christ being betrayed for a few pieces of silver. Another
egg contained a nail, representing His being hanged from the cross. The
final egg, however, was always empty, representing His Resurrection from death.
As
a child I felt disappointed every time I received the empty egg. It
seemed like a lesser gift than the others. The older I get, however, the
more I realize just how grateful I am to have been given the empty egg
time and time again.
We will all face times filled with the
disappointment and even the devastation that initially comes from
receiving an empty egg. We will be tempted to ask for a different one, a
redo. But the lesson of my youth was that the egg was not empty because
it had been overlooked; it was empty because death had been overcome.
So,
to all who have lost a loved one, lost their will to move forward, or
lost their feeling of connection with God, I hope you remember: “Fear
not ye … for he is risen.”
Grand Prelate, Grand Commandery, Knights Templar of Michigan
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