Called

Mary of Magdala went early morning to the tomb of Jesus. She must have really been desolate and totally in grief that she chose to start her day at the tomb, a place of death, certainly not the best place to perk you up.
But this place of death was Mary's only contact with the one person who loved her most. She wanted to keep that contact, to maintain it. In the coldness of the tomb she found consolation, the presence of Jesus, albeit silent and lifeless.
But Jesus is the resurrection and the life. He said this, himself. And suddenly, with the sound of Jesus' voice calling Mary by name, the cold tomb is transformed into a place of true encounter, with the living Jesus. Wow, just one word "Mary" and everything radically changes.
Jesus wants to transform the dead parts of my life into shining shafts of light. But a lot of times I prefer to wallow in the dark. It's as if I am finding therein a masochistic comfort.
Jesus, however, wants me to be fully alive, to rise above the shackles of death's tyranny, to be at a place I am not familiar with, trusting only in His fidelity and love.
Jesus, call me by name! With your voice, rouse me from my deep slumber and lead me to the path of true life.