Zabenthung Dominic

At first light, a woman walks alone. The sand is cool beneath her feet. The sky begins to glow with soft colours. In her hands, she holds a small jar of perfume. Her steps are slow but sure. Her heart is heavy with sorrow, but something stronger than fear keeps her going: love.

Mary Magdalene had known pain. She had made mistakes. She had cried in silence. But one day, someone saw her, not her past, not her shame, just her. A gentle voice reached her heart, and from that moment, everything began to change. She was not the same anymore. She was free.

When many others ran away, Mary stayed. She stood at the foot of the cross, watching someone she loved suffer. She had no power to stop it, but she remained. Sometimes, love means simply staying, being there, holding space for pain without turning away.

Early in the morning, while it was still dark, she returned to the tomb. Her heart was broken. She came not expecting a miracle, but simply to show love. What she found was more than she could ever imagine. The tomb was empty. A man stood near her. He said her name. That was all. Just her name. And in that moment, her whole world turned from sorrow to joy.

She ran to tell the others. She became the first to carry the message of hope. She had seen with her own eyes that love is stronger than death, that light returns even after the darkest night.

Mary’s life speaks to our hearts in a quiet, powerful way. It tells us that no one is too lost to be found. No story is too broken to be healed. No pain is too deep to be touched by love.

Like Mary, we are called to love with our whole hearts. We are called to stay when it is hard, to walk toward the pain, not away from it, to carry kindness like perfume in our hands, to be the first to believe that something beautiful can still happen.

Let us keep our eyes open like hers. Let us listen for our name when all seems lost. Let us carry light even when we feel tired. Let us pour out our time, our attention, our care, like perfume poured out in love.

Because in the end, what truly remains is not what we held back but what we gave with love. Mary Magdalene shows us that. And if we follow her way, we too will find that love never ends.