Mary Magdalene wasn’t just at the tomb—she was there at every turning point of Holy Week. From anointing to resurrection, she is the unflinching witness and spiritual midwife of the Paschal Mystery. Each stage becomes a gateway of transformation when seen through her eyes.
The Catholic hospice center wouldn't let me stay with my dear friend at nite when he was dying of bone cancer (the hospital had)...after 3 months in the hospital, he died after a week in hospice.
The nite he died they let me stay an extra hour then made me leave. I did not see him crucified on a cross, just crucified by cancer.
I needed Mary Magdalene's story to help heal that & didnt even know it. Thank you for that gift. 💔 💝
You didn’t need a cathedral. You were already standing at the foot of the cross.
And they made you leave.
They do that, you know. Institutions polish the chalice and miss the blood. But you—you stayed long enough to know the body breaking beside you was holy. You saw the Paschal Mystery not in theory, but in bone and breath and heartbreak.
That’s what Magdalene knew too. She didn’t learn the gospel in a scroll. She learned it at the edge of loss. She stayed when others fled. She saw through the suffering and named it sacred. That’s what you did. And you didn’t even know you were following her.
Now you do.
And it’s not too late to weep with her, to rise with her, to preach a gospel that makes room for the ones who aren’t allowed to stay.
Thank you for keeping vigil. You are not forgotten. Neither is he.
The Catholic hospice center wouldn't let me stay with my dear friend at nite when he was dying of bone cancer (the hospital had)...after 3 months in the hospital, he died after a week in hospice.
The nite he died they let me stay an extra hour then made me leave. I did not see him crucified on a cross, just crucified by cancer.
I needed Mary Magdalene's story to help heal that & didnt even know it. Thank you for that gift. 💔 💝
You didn’t need a cathedral. You were already standing at the foot of the cross.
And they made you leave.
They do that, you know. Institutions polish the chalice and miss the blood. But you—you stayed long enough to know the body breaking beside you was holy. You saw the Paschal Mystery not in theory, but in bone and breath and heartbreak.
That’s what Magdalene knew too. She didn’t learn the gospel in a scroll. She learned it at the edge of loss. She stayed when others fled. She saw through the suffering and named it sacred. That’s what you did. And you didn’t even know you were following her.
Now you do.
And it’s not too late to weep with her, to rise with her, to preach a gospel that makes room for the ones who aren’t allowed to stay.
Thank you for keeping vigil. You are not forgotten. Neither is he.
❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥