Think about what it would have been like to go there that morning... The linen strips which had been hurriedly wrapped by the men when He was taken down must have been stuck on the wounds. The blood would have seeped through, congealed, and then dried.
Can you imagine going to one you loved so deeply a day or two after such a brutal death, and having to peel away the cloth from flesh already brutalized?
I've never spent time with the body of a loved one who has passed, let alone had to attend to their body and prepare them for interment. The thought of doing that for my child, and doing further damage to their battered body in the process, is incomprehensible.
And so I thought of Mary, His mother. Was it custom for the mother to do such a task?
I can think of two possible reasons for her absence.
Either it was just too painful and she was overcome with grief, so much so that she couldn't make herself go.
Or her Spouse told her that it was not necessary to go because He was risen.
The latter seems to make more sense. What do you think?
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