My friend Mary, the one in whom I cast out demons, stood outside my tomb, crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where my body had lain, one at the head and the other at the foot
The two angels asked, “Woman, why are you crying?”
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.”
At this, she turned around and saw me standing behind her, but she did not realize that it was me. Though I knew she had come to anoint my body, I asked her, “Why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Thinking I was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
I said to her, “Mary.”
She turned toward me and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means “Teacher”). And Teacher I am, but I am more than a teacher. I am the one who calls you by name (John 10:3). I am the one who gives you a new name written on a white stone (Revelation 2:17). I am the one you seek to hold when you stand in the shadow of death (Psalm 23:4).
Though I told Mary not to hold onto me that morning, she clings to me now. Though you may not see me in times of loss, I am with you. Though you may not hear me, I am behind, before, beside you always. In your mourning of darkness I shine into your life. You may not know that smile, that touch, that tissue offered is from me, but it is. I am with you always. I am the great I Am.
John 20: 11-17