Open Your Eyes

John 20: 1-11

Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb. So she ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him.” Then Peter and the other disciple set out and went toward the tomb. The two were running together, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. He bent down to look in and saw the linen wrappings lying there, but he did not go in. Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen wrappings lying there, and the cloth that had been on Jesus’ head, not lying with the linen wrappings but rolled up in a place by itself. Then the other disciple, who reached the tomb first, also went in, and he saw and believed; for as yet they did not understand the scripture, that he must rise from the dead. Then the disciples returned to their homes.

But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb...

John 20: 11-18

11 But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. As she wept, she bent over to look[a] into the tomb; 12 and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been lying, one at the head and the other at the feet. 13 They said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?” She said to them, “They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.” 14 When she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not know that it was Jesus. 15 Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for?” Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.” 16 Jesus said to her, “Mary!” She turned and said to him in Hebrew,[b] “Rabbouni!” (which means Teacher). 17 Jesus said to her, “Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father. But go to my brothers and say to them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’” 18 Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, “I have seen the Lord”; and she told them that he had said these things to her.

Isaiah 40: 30-31

Though youths grow weary and tired, And vigorous young men stumble badly, Yet those who wait for the LORD Will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary.

Woman Weeping In the Garden # 478

#478, verse 1

#478, verse 2

Woman, waiting in the garden,

after men have come and gone,

after angels give their witness,

silently you watch the dawn.

Woman, weeping in the garden,

who has pushed the stone aside?

Who has taken Jesus’ body—

Jesus Christ, the crucified?

#478, verse 4

#478, verse 3

Woman, walking in the garden,

Jesus takes you by surprise;

when the gard’ner calls you, “Mary!”

faith and joy meet in your eyes.

Woman, weeping in the garden,

weep for joy, for you have seen

Jesus, the Messiah, risen;

Christ, of whom the prophets dream.

#478, verse 5

Woman, dancing from the garden,

find the others and proclaim

Christ is risen as he promised;

tell the world he knew your name!

Words and Music: Daniel Charles Damon, 1955–

Words and Music © 1992 Hope Publishing Company

License number: 2475383

Now the Greeen Blade Rises #482

#482, Verse 1

Now the green blade rises from the buried grain,

wheat that in dark earth many days has lain;

Love lives again that with the dead has been;

Love is come again like wheat arising green.

#482, Verse 2

In the grave they laid him, Love by hatred slain,

thinking that he would never wake again,

laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen;

Love is come again like wheat arising green.

#482, Verse 3

Forth he came at Easter, like the risen grain,

he that for three days in the grave had lain;

raised from the dead, my living Lord is seen;

Love is come again like wheat arising green.

#482, Verse 4

When our hearts are wint’ry, grieving, or in pain,

your touch can call us back to life again,

fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been;

Love is come again like wheat arising green.

Words: J. M. C. Crum, 1872–1958

Music: French carol, 15th c.

Words © 1928 Oxford University Press

License number: 2475383

A Time for Centering

Lyrics to Wounded Healer

A suffering God, our wounded Healer. Lonely there, upon the cross. Crowned with thorns, now crowned with glory, reigning at the Father's side.

Thou once despised, Thou once rejected. Lamb of God, Our Sacrifice. You came and died for our forgiveness. Rose again to bring us Life.

Hosanna...Hosanna...Hosanna...Hosanna!

Wounded deep, for our transgressions. Bruised for our iniquities. You brought a Peace, and brought a healing. Now eternally we sing.

Hosanna in the highest....Hosanna in the highest....Hosanna in the highest!

Mission Prayer

God, where will your spirit lead today?

Help me be fully awake and ready to respond.

Grant me courage to risk something new and become a blessing of your love and peace.

Amen.

Lift Your Glad Voices #475

Lift your glad voices in triumph on high,

for Jesus is risen, and we cannot die.

Vain were the terrors that gathered around him,

and short the dominion of death and the grave;

he burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him,

resplendent in glory, to live and to save.

Loud was the chorus of angels on high;

the Savior is risen, and we shall not die.

Glory to God in full anthems of joy!

The being he gave us death cannot destroy.

Sad were the life we must part with tomorrow

if tears were our birthright and death were our end;

but Jesus has cheered the dark valley of sorrow;

we’ll rise from the dead and immortal ascend.

Lift then your voices in triumph on high,

for Jesus is risen, and we shall not die.

Words: Henry Ware, Jr., 1794–1843, alt.

Music: Isaac B. Woodbury, 1819–1858

License number: 2475383

Jubilate Deo #123

(Sung as a round)

Jubilate Deo, jubilate Deo, alleluia!

Words: Liturgical text

Music: Michael Praetorius, 1571–1621; arr. Jacques Berthier, 1923–1994

Music arr. © 1978, 1990 Les Presses de Taizé (admin. GIA Publications, Inc.)