In the quiet of darkness, He rose. In the quiet of daybreak, He called His friend by name. Then she knew Him--and herself.
“Mary Magdalene came early to the tomb . . . and saw Jesus standing there. . . . Thinking He was the gardener, she said, ‘Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him. . . .’ Jesus said to her, ‘Mary.’” John 20:1, 14-16
“So, too, each of us is waiting to be found and called by our name.” Jean Vanier