On The Dawn Of That Day

There has been one thought, one saying that has resonated in my mind this Easter Sunday morning.

"On the third day the friends of Christ coming at daybreak to the place found the grave empty and the stone rolled away. In varying ways they realised the new wonder; but even they hardly realised that the world had died in the night. What they were looking at was the first day of a new creation, with a new heaven and a new earth; and in a semblance of the gardener God walked again in the garden, in the cool not of the evening but the dawn."
-G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man

I've always been amazed at how one breath could bring forth so much. In Genesis it brings forth creation. In John, it brings forth the new creation. And what word then could have said so much. Could have carried so much weight? There are several possibilities, words that seem to reveal a great depth behind them. Words Christ could have uttered in the garden that morning. For example, "Behold" and "Amen". But there are other options, more current: "Booyah" and "Yeehah".

Christ could have taken the moment to be poetic. To be philosophical. To be theological. To utter a word that forever could not be spoken again. To retire a word, if you will.

Here was all of creation, waiting for the complete and full power of Christ to be revealed in the spoken word and Christ, forever the poet, forever the philosopher, forever the theologian, chose his word very carefully:

"Mary."

Christ chose to be personal.