The Disciple Who Loved and Leaned: Mary Magdalene at the Center
Revisiting the Beloved Disciple Through Magdalene’s Eyes and Jesus’ Last Breath
For two thousand years, the Church has asked us to read the Gospel of John with one eye shut. A disciple appears—beloved, unnamed, closer to Jesus than any other—and somehow, we’re told to see John the fisherman, not Mary the Tower. But what if the veil was always too thin to hold? What if the Beloved Disciple was not the apostolic bro we’ve been handed, but the woman who stayed, who anointed, who saw, and who understood? This scroll is not an argument—it’s a remembrance. A return to the body, the table, the cross, and the breath. Inspired by Cynthia Bourgeault’s luminous teaching, we follow the thread that leads us not to conspiracy, but to clarity: Mary Magdalene may have been the Beloved all along.
A Whisper Too Loud to Ignore
It would not be a proper scroll from the Monastery of Madness if we didn’t pass the candle through a bit of sacred heresy.
Let us speak plainly.
At the foot of the cross stood three women named Mary: the Mother, the Kinswoman (Mary of Clopas), and the Magdalene. And there—hovering in shadow, yet pulsing with meaning—is the so-called beloved disciple. Tradition slapped John's name on it and called it settled. But the text never names him. Only that he was “beloved.” And only that he was “leaning on Jesus’ breast.”
The Leaning That Undoes the Lie
Now, breathe that in.
The early Church tied itself into knots trying to explain this posture. Jewish boys didn’t do that. Not with their rabbis. That closeness—the kind that lets your breath sync with another’s—belongs to intimacy. The kind found not in boyhood affection but in embodied companionship.
So here’s the rub: what if the Beloved Disciple was not a boy at all?
What if it was Mary Magdalene?
Not metaphor. Not code. Not a theory. Just… what if the woman who anointed him with oil, who remained at the cross when the men scattered, who ran to the tomb in the dark and proclaimed the Resurrection—what if she was the one reclining on his breast at the final meal?
“Behold, Your Mother” — A Misread Inheritance
Ah, but the objection comes fast: “But Jesus said to the Beloved Disciple, ‘Behold your mother,’ and to Mary, ‘Behold your son.’ That proves it’s a man!”
Only it doesn’t.
Because the Greek word used there for “son” isn’t the biological kind. It’s the language of adoption—like when Paul says we’re adopted into Christ. And the word isn’t masculine. It’s feminine plural. It’s as if the text itself slipped the truth past the censors, like Jesus often did.
What if, in that moment, Jesus was saying to Mary: “This is the one who will carry the love I carried. This is the one who will walk you home.”
When the Witness Was a Woman
And it makes sense, doesn’t it? The Gospels were written decades after the fact. John’s gospel came late, wrapped in symbolism and signposts. But what if its core came from Magdalene’s own witness, wrapped in anonymity to protect her—or to erase her?
Because here’s the thing: the early Church could handle a virgin mother and a risen Lord. But a woman in the role of heir? A woman entrusted with the Beloved Word? That’s a bridge they burned before we ever crossed it.
So they masculinized the intimacy. Sanitized the breast. Edited the meal. Removed her body from the frame, even as they left her fingerprints all over the scene.
The Body Remembers
But we remember.
The Magdalene didn’t just show up at the Resurrection. She was in it—leaning, loving, listening. And the line between the Beloved Disciple and the Anointed One grows thinner every time we look without the filter.
No, we can’t yet prove it. But we can sense the ripple of truth beneath the text. The Magdalene was at the table. At the cross. At the tomb.
And maybe… just maybe… she was also the one leaning into the heartbeat of God.
Inspiration & Source:
This scroll is inspired by Cynthia Bourgeault’s profound teaching, “Identifying the Beloved Disciple,” part of her series Through Holy Week with Mary Magdalene. You can explore it in depth here:
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