For Her

Yesterday I shared with you the silly portion of my Tuesday evening. Today...not silly.

The Easter Pageant always carries memories for me...because of the number of years I spent participating. And because there are so MANY memories...they sort of rotate through my mind as I listen to the music or watch the DVD.

Here was the one that got me the most this week.

In the particular performance that was recorded, there is a scene where a woman sits on a bench with her little boy, and the Christus (the name we used for Jesus in the Pageant) stands nearby. His disciples bring a robe and place it around His shoulders as an act of honor. He shakes His head, removes the robe, and puts it around the shoulders of the woman and the little boy.

And that year, I was that woman.

It was a powerful moment for me when it happened that year...it was one of those pivotal moments God used to teach me something about the way He sees me. That He sees those who feel invisible. That He reaches out to those who may not feel they deserve reaching.

As I sat in the audience Tuesday night and watched that part of the Pageant, I remembered how it felt when He reached out...literally and figuratively...just for me.

The pageant always ended with three or four of the holy women and disciples outside the empty tomb...but this year it was different. This was the final scene:


One woman outside an empty tomb. One woman beholding hope. She's not the same woman from the bench...but she is.


She's changed. Made new. And she can't help but pause to praise.

Because He did it...for her.

For me.