It was a difficult time for Christianity: storms
and quakes—a world convulsing from incipient
hate. Arrogance, ignorance blind to what was done;
a governor questioning what was won; disciples
fearing all was lost; so few faithful at the foot of
the cross.
But humility prevailed.
Oh granted, it wasn't readily seen: so faint the
glow, the sacred gleam, deep in the heart of a
Magdalene.
(With costly oil—repentance poured—woman
won the right to anoint her Lord. Sweet cleansing
tears—full welling up—unsealed love the world
could not corrupt. Then Christ was conceived in the new
heart's womb—led woman to the garden tomb.)
And so, perfectly prepared, woman waited there.
And humility prevailed.
Despite the culmination of the wicked plot. Despite
the scattered, shaken flock. Despite the whole world's
mockery. She believed (foretelling Christendom's
legacy!). No bribe (or stain) or worldly ways; no
turning back to former days. No slightest hold the world
could claim on the resurrected heart of a Magdalene.
And so when the Son of God, with holy wisdom from above,
entrusted his church to woman's love,
humility prevailed.
