She Was Chosen

It is Easter week, and I just read a New Testament translation describing when Mary Magdalene arrived at the tomb and found the linen cloth that had wrapped Jesus—but no Jesus. She ran to tell the men, “Someone has taken him.”

The men ran to the tomb. They saw the linen cloths lying there, but nothing else. No words were spoken. They simply returned to their camp.

But Mary stayed.

She stood outside the tomb and wept. She bent down and looked once more inside, and this time, she saw two angels—one at the head, one at the foot—where Jesus’s body had been. They asked her gently, “Woman, why are you crying?”

And then, Jesus appeared.

He stood behind her and asked the same: “Woman, why are you crying?”

But Mary, not realizing who it was, thought he was the gardener. Desperate, she pleaded, “Just tell me where you’ve taken him, and I will go get him.”

And Jesus said her name.

He told her, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father—your Father, your God.” And then he gave her a task: “Go tell the others.”

So Mary went. She carried the message. She delivered the truth.

The Messenger

The reason I’m sharing this story—plainly, in layman’s terms—is because we are witnessing a war on women in our country right now.

Some are saying that women should not be teaching, speaking, or preaching the Bible. But Jesus himself chose a woman to deliver the most important message in history: He has risen.

If Jesus saw women as worthy messengers—trusted, chosen, beloved—who are men to question a woman’s voice or value?

Let me be clear: this is not about all men. This is about insecure men who are threatened by women who think for themselves, speak for themselves, and walk in truth.

Do not confuse cruelty or crassness with strength. That is not power—it is fear masked as hate and brutality.

The Power and Presence of Women

Women are incredibly powerful beings.

We were made to be soft and bold. Curious and courageous.

It was the women who stayed beside Jesus as he took his last breath.

It was the women who never abandoned him.

It was a woman who gave birth to him.

It was a woman who witnessed the resurrection.

Let that sink in.

A Call to Light

I believe—more than ever—that it’s time for us to return to our light.

To remember who we are.

To remember that Jesus had enough confidence in us to include us in the most sacred moments of his life: his birth, his death, and his resurrection.

This is not about being anti-man.

This is about being anti-oppression.

It’s time to rise.
To stand.
To speak.
To love fiercely.
To lead courageously.
To show our daughters, our mothers, and the world what happens when women walk in truth and remember their divine worth.