When Jesus asks in today’s Gospel reading, “Whom are you searching for?” I wonder what Jesus wants with Mary’s reply. While Mary Magdalene is clearly distraught and looking for him, she seems to be too busy looking, mistaking the one she is seeking for someone who might have carried him away.
I think about the times I find myself seeking Jesus. Not when I’m in prayer or at Mass, but when I feel like I’ve lost something and am blinded by my desperation. I am looking for self-worth when I’ve lost my job. I am looking for grace when I’m out of patience with my kids. I’m looking for forgiveness after I’ve given no benefit of the doubt.
Hearing Jesus call her by name opens Mary’s eyes to his presence. It is only then she sees that whom she is seeking is here and can reply, “Rabbouni,” in mutual recognition and acknowledgment. And then she can receive Jesus’ instructions.
Who calls my name most these days? My daughters. My husband. My friends. But also, the stranger who calls me “Ma’am” and the neighbor who calls me “Hon.” The appointment setter who calls me by my husband’s last name. The extraordinary minister who calls me “Sister.” I am recognized. I am called by name. My duty is to recognize in return that this is who I have been seeking and answer with Jesus’ name.
