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"He is risen, as He said'' (St Matt. xxviii.)
First Fruits ~ A Series of Short Meditations
By: Sister Mary Philip Imprimatur 1918
There has never been joy on earth to compare with that of Jesus when He rose from the grave on Easter morning. It was the day of His triumph, the day on which He proved Himself to be Conqueror and King over all, even over death itself.
Our Lord is my King and He invites me to share His joy. He asks me to forget, at least for a time, my own troubles and worries, and to give myself up to an unselfish joy in Him. I may contemplate the exceeding beauty of my risen Lord. He is resplendent with light. His Body can never again suffer or die. Yes ! but Easter comes after Good Friday, and it is only if I am willing to share in my King's sufferings and humiliations that I can hope to share His joy and His glory. Am I willing?
Our Lord wants me to rise with Him. To rise from sin, from sloth, from tepidity. Am I lying year after year buried in self, in my own pleasures and plans, or perhaps even in my own troubles and annoyances? If so, my King asks me to begin a new life—a life lived for Him and with Him, a life devoted to His interests. Am I going to try thus to rise? St. Paul says: " If ye be risen with Christ, seek the things that are above . . , not the things that are upon the earth" (Coloss. iii.), and Our Lord Himself tells me to seek " first the Kingdom of God and His justice," and that all other things shall be given to me.
My Lord and Master, help me thus to rise
above self, above all that holds me back from
Thee, that with Thy help I may begin to live
at last wholly for Thee.
Our Lord appeared first to His Mother. She had suffered more than anyone except Himself, and so He hastened to console her and make her a companion of His joy. So, too, Our Lord will come to me if I suffer willingly for Him ; and the measure of my suffering will be the measure of the consolation I shall enjoy. It is well for me to remember this in my hours of darkness and pain. My King and my Lord, I rejoice with Thee in Thy great joy and triumph. I adore Thee, I love Thee, I offer Thee the homage of my whole being through the hands of Thy Blessed Mother. Grant, O my Lord, that after having suffered for Thee here I may rejoice eternally with Thee in heaven.